Unlimited See the Ancient

Every inch of the land was very familiar to Mandela, as it was in his memory.

reality?

Not right either.

Because the place is eerily quiet.

There is no life at all.

A dead and silent city called "The City of Brilliant Flames"?

what happened?

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"Come out! What the hell is this place?"

While feeling uneasy, Mandela shouted angrily.

"Do you think this trick will work for me?"

He pulled out the sharp sword hanging beside him at once, and looked around nervously.

But the street was still silent, and no one responded to him.

After a long time...

"Crack!"

Mandela finally heard the voice.

This made him unable to suppress a trace of joy in his heart.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka!"

The sky over there gradually cracked one after another, like a fragmented mirror.

Mandela watched the situation over there intently.

Something is coming.

This might be what the man standing in front of Leticia used to deal with him.

There was a little regret in my heart.

Whoever can create such a place really shouldn't be his enemy.

Trouble for Sandra.

"One of the <Stage Rulers> in the North District, the leader of [Salamandra], Sandra's elder brother is an embarrassing guy."

Qin Mo's words surfaced in his mind.

Mandela actually had a bit of low self-esteem.

For the dragon species of <Hakoniwa>, the horns are like the sharp teeth of a lion and the wings of a flying bird.

And Mandrake's stunted dragon horns are corrupt, and while not directly fatal, they are deadly to talent-seeking bloodlines.

From that moment on, he had to give up the right to inherit 『Salamandra』.

Mandela hated Qin Mo's eyes when he looked at him. It made him feel that everything he had hidden had been seen through. He didn't want his weak side to be seen by others.

"Ka-Ka-Ka!"

Finally, that piece of sky seemed to be crushed.

A huge sun appeared in the sky.

Radiating light and heat.

In contrast, the giant chandelier hanging in the center of <Bright Flame City> looks like a firefly.

"Tai... Yang? This... what is it?"

It's not like solar sovereignty at all.

Mandela's sense of crisis rose sharply.

If that thing falls into <Bright Flame City>...

He couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be.

Don't fall down!

Mandela kept praying in his heart.

But things don't always go as he imagined.

The long neighing of the horse sounded from the sky.

The terrifying sun easily pierced through the sky, and rammed straight towards the <Bright Flame Capital>.

The temperature of the air becomes very high.

The scalding hot wind slapped his cheek.