After finishing with a hearty laugh, the Mad God stared straight at Cheng Yu.
Drawing on his years of battle experience, the Mad God assessed Cheng Yu's strength.
Almost everyone who reached the level of a True God had no glaring weaknesses, but it was still possible to glean what they specialized in or what kind of profession they had started out with.
The Mad God, for instance, had made his name through hand-to-hand combat. After becoming a True God, however, he had rounded out his ranged capabilities as well. That was why he was called the strongest True God: he had no weaknesses.
The Mad God narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied Cheng Yu. The signs were subtle, but he still managed to pick up a thing or two. This unfamiliar True God dressed entirely in white was not particularly strong in close combat.
But since this was an unfamiliar True God, the Mad God decided to play it safe first.
He pointed a finger.
"Collapse."
An identical black dot appeared in front of Cheng Yu, its tremendous suction beginning to drag in everything around it.
Behind his mask, Cheng Yu's eyelid twitched. A fucking ultimate move right off the bat? Did you have to play that dirty? Fortunately, the Pure White Emissary lived up to its reputation as Legendary equipment. Apart from swaying slightly under the micro black hole's pull, Cheng Yu felt nothing.
Still, Cheng Yu raised his hand.
Infinite Technique: Annihilation.
The micro black hole vanished abruptly, as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion.
Something did change on Cheng Yu's end, however.
As he felt that familiar drain on his life force, Cheng Yu was a little surprised. It was not that the cost was too high or too low, but