Alex stood up and left the cultivation room.
The passive cultivation also stopped as the cultiavtion device was switched off. There was no way normal places could uphold his cultivation.
He moved with extreme slowness.
His body had become a dense concentration of power.
He was a living weapon of terrifying magnitude, and he feared that even a careless movement might bring the ceiling down.
Instead of using his hands, he used his mental strength to push the door open.
The wood was strong enough to withstand the strike of a Saint, but he refused to take unnecessary risks.
He stepped into the private training room and released a heavy sigh of relief.
These rooms were reinforced with high-grade, energy-absorbent materials designed for combat.
Finally, he could move freely.
He began striking the air with full force.
Boom!
Boom!
Each punch sounded like a localized explosion.
Violent shockwaves rippled through the air, slamming into the reinforced walls like physical tides.
