Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
he said quietly, almost to himself.
From the eastern side, Mira Watersong lifted her arms gracefully, a shimmering veil of water swirling above the panicked citizens. When a stray bolt struck the shield, it dispersed harmlessly into ripples, leaving those below untouched. “You are safe,” she reassured, her tranquil voice cutting through the chaos like a lullaby.
High above, Astra Skyreach blurred into motion, her body vanishing and reappearing midair with hawk-like speed. She intercepted multiple bolts at once, striking them apart with pinpoint martial precision before landing gracefully on the ground, her eyes sharp and unwavering.