The battle had stopped naturally after the loud resounding boom was heard. All of their gazes landed on the place where there used to be a mountain. Their jaws were locked open as not even the passing debris could make them blink their eyes. The young man was hovering in the air as a hint of smoke streamed out of his right hand. The former slowly pulled his arm back before he crossed it with the other. His eyes were so calm to the point that they could make the devil shivered down their spine.
The clouds where he was facing were brutally dispersed as even the ground below was affected by the tremendous power behind his fist. Not a shred of clothes, not even a shred of a limb was visible as the Ascending God cultivator known as Weder vanished without a trace.
