The rumbling between heaven and earth gradually dissipated, leaving only a devastated land so ravaged, its original topography unrecognizable.
The Goblin Prince narrowed his eyes.
He was slightly surprised.
Just slightly, of course.
With the strike just now, he hadn't actually intended to kill the armored warrior. His goal was to capture the general alive, using him as a clue to locate the Miracle Lord who might exist in this territory.
Thinking this, the Goblin Prince spread his palm again, stirring the power of heaven and earth in the blink of an eye to form a colossal hand capable of grasping an entire hill.
He slapped forward.
The yellow giant hand obscured the sky like a slowly falling mountain.
In the distance, the armored warrior seemed to be exerting all his might to slash out another roaring Stygian River, even more vast and spectacular than before.
In an instant, thunder roared across the sky and earth, and storms ravaged all around.