"Just a little," my ass!
A few hours later, Ronan stood with his hands on his hips, sweat pouring from his forehead, chest, and back as he looked at the gray-white "fog wall" stretching beyond the limits of his vision, feeling rather helpless.
The Great Comprehension's hammering vibrations against the space-time structure really were more than the Cloud Top World could bear.
With just a little more force, this was the result—the "fog wall" before him was actually the product of a conflict between the Mist Labyrinth and the Cloud Top World's rules. When the aperture was small, it recovered quickly, but a "crack" spanning thousands of kilometers healed at an extremely slow pace.
This was far more powerful than what Raven had done back then. If he kept trying, it felt like the Cloud Top World itself would collapse.
No matter what, Ronan did not dare try again.
Later, though, he could try adapting this method into a killing technique. It might work.
A high-powered "Transmitter Tower" could still do many things.
Ronan sighed and stared at the fog wall, which was more or less the same as looking at part of the Mist Labyrinth.
Viewing that chaotic region this way felt somewhat like being in the 70 Format Laboratory, except clearer and broader.
Besides the endless "sandstorms," it was dotted with flickering "stars." Some of them were the "stars" Ronan had designated, while others did not actually possess that level of activity. They had merely undergone targeted Segmentation under the effects of Great Comprehension, gaining a slight sense of presence.
A flash of blood-red light passed through the fog wall, tracing an extremely short path through the Mist Labyrinth before vanishing.
That was a Rotten-Mouth Ape.
The only type of monster active in the Cloud Top World had