"Shut your mouth!" Heidi shot Clark a fierce glare.
"What is Jacob doing? Does he think he can avoid Swiftshadow by levitating like this?"
The people atop the platform were confused and gazed at Jacob. Suspending in midair, Jacob did not move. His eyes remained lightly shut. There was no telling what he was thinking.
The crowd did not realize the Power of Dragons surging within him, gathering at the clouds directly above him. Then, nine Golden Dragons emerged and encircled the Dragon Bell, writhing and swirling.
The Dragon Bell was an ancient divine weapon. Aware that he would not stand a chance against Swiftshadow in his demonic state, Jacob decided to employ the Dragon Bell. Though the usage of such an ancient artifact might backfire at the slightest lapse of vigilance, Jacob did not have a choice at that moment.