This time even the vines were ripped off together and slammed straight into the floor. As a mass of vines snapped, the floor beneath them, already covered in cracks, was exposed.
The pressure within a five-meter radius came crashing down again.
Kriel raised his blood-smeared head and, clutching his left arm, shakily forced himself to his feet.
With each cough, fresh blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He'd been affected by the pink mist again, but that wasn't the real problem now.
He forced his emotions back under control.
"You've mastered a Scepter Level Treasure?" He stared at the blue light flickering as Chadite appeared five meters away and asked.
This absurd strength was absolutely not something a Fourth Stage who only controlled one or two Treasures could achieve.
And in that instant when their powers clashed just now, he had felt his own Treasures being suppressed.
