"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Poseinan clutched his head and shouted, his hair disheveled as if he had gone mad.
"What do you mean, possible or impossible? Hurry up and leave!"
Mu En was utterly speechless. At a time like this, the man was still losing his mind.
Yet when he swept his gaze over the surrounding ruins and the wounded crawling across the ground, sorrow welled up in his heart. This was the consequence of mortals taking part in a battlefield of gods. How could mortal strength compare to that of gods?
But when he saw the two figures in the sky, Mu En's expression stiffened slightly.
He had always placed great importance on Soul Tools and had spent years promoting the development of the Soul Tool Department. Unfortunately, Shrek Academy had stood at the pinnacle of the continent for ten thousand years, making it deeply conservative and rigid. Even with him, the Master of the Sea God Pavilion, pushing for change, progress had only been barely possible.
It was not that Mu En had never considered the gap between Shrek Academy and the Sun Moon Empire, but he had never imagined it would be so vast. The other side had truly used Soul Tools to injure a god. Though they had received someone else's assistance, they had indeed injured one.
Mortal strength... perhaps it could occasionally rival that of gods?
"It's still impossible."
Poseinan shoved Mu En away and glared at him fiercely, while overwhelming despair surged within him.
Mu En looked helpless. If not for the fact that the other man was a Limit Douluo, and the two of them could better withstand the shockwaves by staying together, why would he be humoring this fellow? With his temper in his younger days, he would have already swiped at him