"The mountain flew away! The mountain really flew away!!"
"Wasn't it fake!? Grand Priest! Didn't you say it was all fake!?"
Amid the fleeing and wailing, the constantly shaking earth seemed to shatter the people's last illusions. Some stared blankly at the distant "plain," at the mountain stump that had been sliced flat by a single sword strike.
Some rushed in panic to the Grand Priest, pointing at the distance and demanding an explanation in a breakdown, as if these powerful figures had to give them one.
Yet the scene was simply too shocking.
The mighty force that could move mountains and drain seas, split open the heavens and cleave apart the earth, was far more awe-inspiring than any battle between Awakened.
Faced with the breakdown and questioning of everyone in the entire Safe Zone, both the Grand Priest and A'mier Jin could only tremble all over, unable to say a word.
It was useless. No lie would work anymore.
Every time people saw the vanished Sacred Mountain and the boundless "plain," they would recall the fear of today.
This fear would last for centuries or millennia, even after Lin An died, even after all those who had witnessed it firsthand were gone.
But as long as human civilization continued for even one day, everything that had happened here would be passed down forever, like an ancient myth or legend.
As their eyes met, A'mier Jin let out a despairing, bitter laugh.
Only at this moment did he suddenly realize how laughable all their ideas were in the face of true power.
"Let's run."
"Boss, what should we do next? The brothers are all waiting for you."
The biting wind cut to the bone. The dim light of winter dawn could not pierce the thick clouds, as if separated by