"Damn it!"
"Who's taking action?"
"Get out of the way, don't push... Ah—"
Those who could run, did; those who could fly, took to the skies; the rest who were too slow to react, too late to avoid, were all shredded by the strand of sword cognition contained in the sword energy.
Compared to Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0, those third or fourth-grade defensive spiritual weapons were as flimsy as paper, easily destroyed with a flick of a finger.
The sword energy surged through the crowd like parting rivers and cutting waves, accompanied by curses and frightened screams, tearing towards the grey sky and striking at the great robed figure in the higher void.
"What the hell..."
The higher void figure waved a hand.
The blue thunder of the Power of the Higher Void then transformed into a gigantic hand, attempting to smash the covert sword energy attack.
But on contact...
"Sizzle!"
Thunder, fragile as clay.
