Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the tiny rodent never even understood what had happened.
The instant it appeared where Michael had once stood, countless terrifying auras crashed down upon its insignificant body.
The lingering pressure of two Demigod-level dragons. The blood-robed Demigod's aura. The Federation Demigod's presence. The unstable space itself.
It was simply too much.
The poor creature did not even have time to squeak. Its body burst into a cloud of blood before instantly disintegrating into ash. Not even a corpse remained.
The old man stared blankly at the empty space within his hand.
"…"
A spatial exchange?
His gaze became much more serious.
"What an astonishing escape method…"
For the first time, he felt he understood why the blood-robed woman had failed to capture this young man despite possessing overwhelming cultivation. His survival ability alone bordered on the absurd.
Unfortunately, there was no time to dwell on it.
