Last Stretch

"Holy mother of gods!" Agnes swore as she stared at the wreckage he had created.

His attack had ravaged the tall structures of the wall, breaking into the pathways all around. Most of the blocks of stone hadn't even fallen on them, from the look of it.

"Does the suppression affect you at all?" she asked again.

"It does," he shrugged, "but I can suppress the suppression for a certain amount of time."

On top of everything, he hadn't even used his full strength. Not to mention, he couldn't even imagine what the result would have been if he had used void light instead.

It would definitely be far out of his control. Still, the reach wouldn't have been so outrageous, considering his void essence output was limited to 25%, and concentrating void essence was several times more difficult than radiance essence, which practically worked like breathing after the heart transplant.

"At least it drove away the corrupt spirits," he said.