"What kind of power is this..."
The Supernatural place had vanished, and the torrential rain that had filled the sky had long since stopped. The eerie street had lost its terror, leaving behind nothing but ruins.
However.
Yang Dong and Meng Wenwen stood by the roadside, both wearing blank expressions.
Their strength was insufficient, so they could not see the battle taking place high in the sky.
But the blood-red broadsword that occasionally stretched across the heavens and cleaved toward the earth, along with the massive fist that had finally obscured half the sky, had made their hearts contract again and again, leaving them unable to breathe.
This was the power of the supernatural—a terrifying method wielded by the Awakened.
Yet as Awakened themselves, they could only feel lost. The two sides belonged to different worlds, and the gap between them was so vast that it was like mortals gazing up at the gods.
"If we had power like that, perhaps Tower City could have remained safe and sound."
Meng Wenwen murmured to herself.
After becoming an Awakened two years ago, she had often felt proud of her identity. Not only did she no longer have to struggle bitterly like ordinary people, but she had also guarded her family's position in Tower City alongside her uncle, even taking it a step further!
But.
After witnessing the true tip of the iceberg of the Supernatural Circle during this period, she had been shocked to discover that compared with the ordinary people she had looked down on, what difference did she really have?
Before true top-level experts, she did not even qualify to be cannon fodder!
"Stop thinking about it. This isn't power you can even glimpse."
Li Xin withdrew his gaze. After calming himself down, he spoke indifferently.
"If nothing unexpected