He had thought what he held in his hand was merely an AA battery. Yet after using it for so long, he suddenly discovered that the thing was not an AA battery at all, but a miniature antimatter engine.
Such a situation
truly left Ling Wuyuan somewhat unable to comprehend it.
Though he had long known that he often hovered at the edge of danger, doing things like snatching chestnuts from the fire,
all along,
he had believed that the most dangerous thing he had ever done was probably coveting the Thorn Civilization's legacy within the Dragon Beast Sea Ridge, attempting to obtain that enormous Biological Weapon Manufacturing Base by creating a Soul Beacon.
Back then,
daring to actively split his own soul apart for immeasurable profits, he had undoubtedly been playing a ruthless game.
And it was the kind of ruthless game that could have caused him to drop dead on the spot.
If anything went wrong,
it would have been the classic case of man dying for wealth, birds dying for food.
Therefore,
even Ling Wuyuan himself had felt that he was courting death.
However,
now, faced with the effects displayed by Abyssal Divine Speed, he finally realized that the Special Ability he had been playing with all along was the most dangerous thing of all—never mind enemies or himself; one careless mistake,
and it could very well kill everyone without distinction.
It clearly did not look as though it had any earth-shattering function. It was merely simple, unadorned acceleration.
Among the many Divine Abilities with their dazzling, flashy functions, it was not conspicuous in the slightest. It only gave people the feeling that great strength could work miracles.
Yet Abyssal Divine Speed was, in essence, a power that completely violated the rules of the world and ignored