Inside the superconductor's self-detonation crater, the heat had twisted the ground.
"How terrifying. In an instant, more than 87 percent of my true form's structure was completely destroyed. It'll probably take at least twenty years to recover. Good thing that fellow led it away, or else..."
Just then, the tentacled bugs suddenly noticed something.
The face formed by the writhing, gathering mass of golden-black insects changed expression.
"What do you mean?"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, the human figure that was gradually reassembling realized it had returned to human form and no longer had a tail. It let out a horrified shriek. "That bastard! He'd already left, so why did he come back?!"
In his grievously wounded state, Xixido didn't dare linger. He did everything he could to flee.
From that brief clash, in which he had been utterly overwhelmed, he understood even sooner than Jiali that this black ram was a monster he simply couldn't face head-on.
Meanwhile,
Oule had begun to see through the growing mysteries surrounding the fleeing scholar before him. He sensed that the scholar, who had completely vanished from his perception, had seemingly appeared out of thin air once more amid the terrifying explosion.
Compared with the human before him, who was trying to escape by harnessing the divine power of the Snow Peak Mountain Range, the mystery that had once eluded him was now gradually being unraveled. It was a pair of wings that had sealed and embedded within them a stretch of Law Power filled with silence, slumber, and unfathomable depths.
This human, who had first intrigued him by "coming back from the dead," was undoubtedly even more mysterious.
No matter how they gained control of Law Power, once they had undergone a qualitative transformation in their biological level,