Then the upper half of the mountain began to tilt and slide, and with a deafening roar, the entire peak was severed just like that.
The Moon Hunter's mind went completely blank.
He looked at Mo Wang again.
The man had both hands in his pockets. From beginning to end, he had not so much as moved a finger.
"..."
The Moon Hunter lay on the ground, his whole body icy cold.
He had lived for so long and had seen countless powerful beings.
Khaenri'ah's royal guards, the Abyss Heralds, even those existences likewise known as Sinners—but not a single one of them had ever made him feel this way.
He could cause this kind of destruction without even moving his hands?
Forget the fact that he was currently still in a state where he had not fully revived. Even if he truly had revived and recovered all his strength, the Moon Hunter's rationality told him he would still be no match for this person at all.
Not far away, Lumine and Aether, who witnessed the scene, were likewise dumbstruck.
Aether especially felt his whole world going wrong.
Why was his parallel-world self so much stronger than him? Were they really the same person?
Right now, he really wanted to ask: just what had you gone through in that other world?
How could you become this absurdly strong?
As for Lumine, it was even simpler.
When she thought back to Mo Wang previously saying that over there, he had even beaten up Adepti, she had figured that was just a somewhat exaggerated way of putting it.
At most, he had simply fought those Adepti.
But looking at this scene, Lumine already had other thoughts.
Wasn't this more like a one-sided beating of those Adepti? Were those True Monarchs over there