Chapter 40
Outside the city, dust swirled.
Under the driving force of the towering Titans, hordes of Magic Beasts surged toward the collapsed gaps in the city walls.
The Thessaly soldiers on the broken walls were thrown into disarray by this sudden turn of events, their faces ashen.
Just as a large number of Magic Beasts were about to rush into the city, a tender and pleasant voice echoed in front of the breach.
"By the logic of art, the world's patterns are myriad, they are the blueprints of the soul, with my life's veins, I order restoration, return, retrace!"
Accompanied by the high-speed chanting of holy words, a petite figure thrust her Mingyue staff into the ground with all her might. Densely packed patterns of light spread like a surging tide in all directions, and the collapsed city walls restored themselves as if time were flowing backward.