The Wuming Plate was on the rooftop, squinting as he waited for Cui Que's command. Horn stood beside him.
As the cold wind from the high-rise blew, the two men's hair and clothes fluttered in the air.
At that moment, Wuming's earpiece transmitted Cui Que's voice, "The Emperor has entered the elevator, begin the operation."
"Received."
Wuming said softly, squinting his eyes.
He straightened up, his body leaning forward...
The next moment, as if he had slipped from a high place, Wuming fell head over heels —
And the black halo above his head suddenly lit up with "Radiant" brilliance.
Black patterns spread out from the halo as a starting point, crawling in all directions and spreading into the void. Black runes also crawled across his cheeks and arms.
Wuming reached towards the interior of the hotel.
In the moment he reached the sixth floor, his plummet came to an abrupt stop. Even his long black hair still pointed upwards, defying gravity.
