Inside the long-abandoned Shiloti Pharmaceutical Factory in the northern district of Island of the Gods.
"Riiip~"
A palm wreathed in golden flames eerily extended from space itself, the sight enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
Then came another soft sound. The golden-flamed hand exerted slight force, and the surrounding space, like a curtain, was effortlessly pulled open into a massive rift.
Mo Xiao, clad in a black combat uniform, stepped out and glanced at the space behind him, which was repairing itself at an agonizingly slow pace.
The space here was not even as sturdy as that of the Dou Qi Continent. Even without relying on the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame, he could forcibly blast it apart with brute force.
He reached back and pulled the "curtain" shut again. The tiny spatial cracks quickly healed. If any powerful attack mage saw such a scene, their jaw would definitely hit the floor!
Nangong Natsuki, known as the "Witch of the Void," had never figured out where Kurumi's pressure on her came from. In truth, it lay in their respective understanding of Space Law.
Kurumi was somewhat unaccustomed to Mo Xiao's perspective. At Mo Xiao's height of 1.81 meters, she constantly felt as though she were flying at low altitude.
That might have been a slight exaggeration, but Kurumi still could not adapt to Mo Xiao's body in such a short time.
This puppet body fully deserved to be called a "nuclear bomb walking the earth." Forget the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame—simply condensing the magic power within him and unleashing it through the Imperial Seal Art would be enough to sink all of Island of the Gods into the Pacific Ocean, perhaps even affecting nearby Yingzhou Island.
Mo Xiao rolled his neck, stepped forward, and pushed open the metal