Saint Saturn's massive body crashed down like a meteor, the terrifying pressure instantly crushing a huge crater into the ground as spiderweb cracks spread wildly.
More lethally, vast quantities of thick, purple-black venom sprayed out from his landing point as though alive.
It swiftly covered a broad area, its corrosive sizzling relentless as it melted bubbling pits into the ground.
Yet Saint Saturn's inhuman beast eyes did not look down at the "results" beneath him. Instead, they snapped toward the space behind him, his gaze icy.
Not far away, Gern slowly straightened and casually wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
The collision had left some damage. He had sustained injuries, and his breathing had grown slightly faster.
There was no helping it. At their level, taking an opponent's furious, crushing blow without suffering any injury was almost impossible.
Seeing that Gern had not been seriously wounded, Saint Saturn spoke in a cold voice, his arrogance that of someone bestowing a favor. "Gern Reginald Sigma...
"Withdraw from the Holy Land now, then kneel in the Land of the Gods and beg forgiveness. The World Government can pretend today's events never happened! Besides, we've already given you the culprit."
But Gern answered him with a sudden burst of wild laughter.
"Given him to me? Hahahaha! You make it sound so generous!"
His laughter seemed to carry physical force, making the surrounding air tremble and loose stones rain from the ruined walls.
But the next second, his laughter cut off abruptly.
Gern's expression instantly turned utterly cold and mocking. Staring straight at Saint Saturn, he spoke each word distinctly.
"To be honest... you're pretty weak."
Before his words had finished ringing out, Gern thrust his right palm forward-not directly toward Saint Saturn, but toward the