The golden lock Heath had thrown was now falling onto Alexander's head, ready to bind him.
Alexander looked up and, with a punch, shattered the golden lock.
A large crack appeared in the air as the lock disintegrated into dust.
Heath, not far behind Alexander, had been in a daze since witnessing the instantaneous slaughter of the eight purple-robed persons.
The sheer power displayed was beyond his comprehension, sending shivers down his spine.
He had thought that Alexander, after his first encounter with the sacred beast, had depleted much of his mana and wouldn't have much energy left. However, he hadn't anticipated the seemingly endless and inexhaustible supply of Alexander's mana.
Heath's heart pounded wildly, his body tensing with the realization of imminent danger. He knew he had to leave Falling God Valley immediately or face certain death.
Meanwhile, Alexander examined the Dimension Ring on his finger, slightly disappointed.
