Even without Wade's reminder.
Aslan knew perfectly well that the target had not died and needed to be pursued immediately, using this opportunity to keep up the pressure... The attack just now had indeed been terrifying, but it had not yet reached the level of "shattering a Mythical Body."
The most fundamental difference between Mythical Bodies and lower beings was that, to a certain extent, a Mythical Body's "survival" no longer depended on the world, but on the nascent laws of its own Mythical Scroll.
Therefore, killing a Mythical Body across ranks was almost impossible...
Precisely because of this.
The fact that Han Dong and Green had joined forces to kill the Golden Saint Emissary—though in reality, they had sucked the emissary into a passage leading to Madness Center—had filled every artisan of the "Saint Rank," including the Titan seated at the very top, with an indescribable fear.
If they had not already signed an agreement with the Black Tower, they would definitely have cut all ties with World S-01 afterward.
"That impact just now was strange. It felt like a perfect hit... but at the instant of the explosion, there was an extremely odd sensation."
Aslan advanced at top speed along the path torn open by the explosion.
Along the way, a stream of incomparably pure ice spread across his body, repairing the white suit that had been utterly ruined by the blast. Clearly, Aslan was quite satisfied with this suit.
At the same time.
The icy current slowly flowed beneath his skin, stripping away the grime on his body while completely healing the injuries caused by the explosion.
"Hmm? The explosion shouldn't have reached this far, should it? These are..."
Along the way.
Aslan saw a large number of battered mechanical bodies.
Twisted and shattered scraps of