"Guild leader, are you all right?" The Water God finally worked up the courage to edge closer.
He reached out to pat Qin Chuan's shoulder, but pulled his hand back halfway as if he had been shocked.
He couldn't shake the feeling that Qin Chuan had changed in some indescribable way, as though he no longer existed in the same dimension as the rest of them.
Qin Chuan looked away from his status panel and turned to them.
His eyes had returned to their normal black, yet the Water God and the others felt as if the Abyss and a blazing sun were gazing at them at once. Even their souls trembled faintly.
"I'm fine."
Qin Chuan's voice was calm.
He raised a hand and looked at his palm.
Then he casually flicked a finger toward a massive rock in the distance, half crystallized by the God of Light's power.
There was no pulse of energy. No sound of something cutting through the air.
It looked like he was flicking away a speck of dust.
Yet the instant his finger moved—
Tens of thousands of meters away, a finger-sized hole appeared out of nowhere in the center of the mountain-sized rock.
The hole's edges were perfectly smooth, as though cut by an instrument of exquisite precision.
No delay.
No process.
The moment Qin Chuan made the motion to "attack," the result—a "hit"—had already occurred.
The Water God and the others stared, eyes wide.
"What the hell!" the Water God blurted. "What was that? Did you hit it from here? No, wait—nothing even flew over there!"
"No spatial fluctuation. No energy trail." Season Star's processing core was on the verge of crashing. "It doesn't match any known attack pattern."
"What kind of attack was that?" Evergreen murmured.
"Powerful" wasn't enough to