Before Wang Yin's voice had fully landed, his semi-automatic spellcasting had already been activated, and divine light emanated down from the heavens, enveloping his body.
But in the next moment, a disturbance jolted through the Divine Power Network, and Wang Yin felt his connection with the network severed; the semi-automatic scripts he relied on ceased functioning.
The eight layers of divine radiance originally behind his head flickered like faulty neon lights and, after a few flashes, slowly dissipated.
The colossal dragon formed by the raging wind, originally crouching at his feet, also twisted violently before disintegrating back into gusts of wind, swirling across the lands, kicking up sand and stones all over.
Without the support of the raging wind dragon, Wang Yin, who had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly plummeted towards the ground like a meteor.
