BOOM!!
The burning meteor that had been cleaved in two by a single sword stroke immediately fell from the sky, crashing down onto the land of the "Corridor."
One half landed in the dim, shadowy forest, igniting a raging blaze and sending countless spirit bodies fleeing in every direction. Even some Ascendants living there could not withstand the aftershock and were forced to evacuate.
The other half struck a black cliff. As the earth shook and mountains trembled, massive chunks of rock scattered in all directions and rained down from the sky. Even several clusters of buildings standing atop the cliff collapsed and were destroyed, leaving many Ascendants and metamorphs furious and alarmed.
Under the watchful eyes of one superior being after another.
Within the craters at the two impact sites, the view was warped by intense heat, while poisonous sulfur fumes mingled with black smoke.
A mutilated body rose from each crater—the left and right halves of Windmill Cat Pal Solomon's body.
Even after being split in two, He had not died!
"Damn Red Sage..."
The two equal halves of Pal's mutilated body wore savage expressions. Raging flames burned along their severed cross-sections, and droplets of magma fell, kicking up billowing black smoke.
As the former July apostle, His Crown had been bestowed with the mutated Disorder Law. This law allowed Him to exist in an incomplete state without much reduction in His strength.
But after several exchanges with Red Sage, Pal had come to deeply understand that He was simply no match for Him.
At this moment, He only wanted to seek the Federation faction's protection.
Pal was well aware of His own value.
Only if He remained alive could the Federation continue using Him to restrain the August Hour-God, Sorrowful Madonna, disrupt Her Darkness Law, and keep