Boom!
No sooner had the words fallen than White Mitchell stomped his foot.
Immediately, on the trunk of the towering ancient tree that symbolized his original fighting power, a footstep as deep as three feet appeared.
Hmm!?
Upon seeing this, the redhead middle-aged man's gaze suddenly focused, his heart actually fluctuating slightly.
"This kid's realm is clearly only the Innate Third Stage. Even if he has a Spiritual Artifact in his hand, he shouldn't be able to cause such a great shock to me.
Moreover, this shock force is clearly not from the Spiritual Artifact, but from within this kid.
Could it be that this kid, with his realm of Innate Third Stage, has overwhelmed me in terms of momentum?" The redhead man's heart shook violently, as if he had seen something unbelievable. His pupils rapidly enlarged, staring fixedly at White Mitchell.
But White Mitchell suddenly disappeared from his sight.
This...