Who Ordered Takeout for Me?

"BOOM!!"

Amid a colossal roar.

A blinding white ball of light flashed out from the exit of Omen Road.

The shockwave it stirred up alone made the nearby mountains begin to tremble!

Countless blasts of air, like surging tidal currents, wildly battered everything in their path, directly blowing all the surrounding mortals away.

As the cause of it all, that white ball of light, Spirit Horse—Windfer, had no interest whatsoever in the ants around it.

It was as casual and indifferent as stepping on an anthill while passing by.

It had not even noticed what it had crushed to death.

In the blink of an eye, it had unconcernedly darted off to some unimaginably distant location.

It could not even be bothered to spare another glance at the mortals scurrying around like headless flies.

Then, in the very next second, a blue ball of light shot straight out of Omen Road in pursuit!

Without the slightest hesitation.

He sped after the lingering power left behind by the white ball of light!

Unlike Spirit Horse—Windfer's nimble sprint, Thorav's method of travel was undoubtedly many times more violent.

Most of the time, he split mountains when he encountered mountains and crossed seas when he encountered seas, utterly unconcerned with what exactly stood in his way.

"BANG!!"

After a tremendous crash.

A mountain blocking his path was forcibly smashed through as though it were foam!

Mountain rocks measured in hundreds of millions of tons did not even have time to react before becoming countless specks of dust drifting freely through the air.

To the nearby mortals, who had no idea what was going on, this earth-shaking scene was as terrifying as the coming of the apocalypse!

They had no idea that the matter had nothing to do with them. They were merely unlucky