Wu Pifu had treated it as nothing unusual, but to everyone else, what he had done was simply too shocking.
For laymen, the spectacle was what mattered—the scale and intensity of Wu Pifu's display of power.
With one slash, he split open the polluted scenario. Then, from several hundred kilometers away, he reached out with one hand and forcibly dragged a mountain-sized monstrosity into the air, crushed and refined it in his grip, then pulled its remnants back from several hundred kilometers away.
What was that?
That was a divine power capable of moving mountains and filling seas!
Not just Qing and the five-person logistics team—even the somewhat lower-ranked Transcendents in this polluted scenario stared in dumbfounded disbelief, unable to believe such mighty power had appeared right beside them.
But those in the know saw something else.
The old math professor, the magical girl, Ultraman, and the few colossal beasts that retained some intelligence all fell completely silent.
They did not care much about the power itself, because they had seen things even more exaggerated. The Ascendant Bodies of their clans, even the roots of their clans, had displayed formidable large-scale power before.
But Wu Pifu had slashed open the boundary of the polluted scenario. That left them speechless, even making the world itself feel unreal.
No, brother, you were serious?
The boundary of the polluted scenario appeared to be only a hair's breadth away from the outside real world, but in truth, they existed in different dimensions. Otherwise, how could so many individuals from lost civilizations of the past, present, and future be drawn into a polluted scenario?
A polluted scenario seemed to appear at a certain spatial location at a certain point in time, but its essence transcended spacetime, causality, fate, and all manner of external conditions. It