It didn't look like the work of a cultivator. It felt as though a god had taken action, a deity that descended from the clouds above and imprinted their will onto the world.
Theron breathed, and the clouds thrummed to the beat of his heart. Roaring waves of Water Mana surged toward him in a battering ram so heavy and dense it almost looked more like a concentrated pillar of crystal than the reflective blue liquid it truly was.
Why had he been about to let them live? Why had he thought to focus his rage on just one person? Didn't they all… deserve to die?
BOOM!
The battering ram of water, as heavy as a mountain and as dense as diamond, crashed into the gates of the Imperial Clan's sacred land. It was a location that should have been impervious even to the rage-fueled rampage of a Divine Realm expert. And yet…
The gates shattered like glass, the runes lighting up all at once and then crumbling to ash moments later in a symphony of destruction.
