Fang Nuan and the Spirit of the Ring, separated by thousands of miles, were nearly killed by the sheer force of Gray's divine power. Then, how must Ma Ran, who was at the epicenter, feel?
Apart from Su Qiangwei standing behind him, no one knows.
At least, even if Fang Nuan and the Spirit of the Ring stretched their imagination to the limit, they still couldn't grasp the true extent of that divine power.
However...
Gray and the Prophet Ma Ran merely exchanged glances without engaging in combat, yet the overwhelming momentum clashed in mid-air, creating shockwaves throughout the heavens and earth.
Faintly, sounds of crackling thunder could be heard. Black lightning intertwined with red arcs, seemingly tearing space apart.
Though they stood high in the sky, the massive momentum field descended like millions of tons of steel, splitting the ocean in two.
"Holy shit!"
