The whale moved calmly as if nothing had happened. He held a dozen spatial rings with satisfaction; the loot was excellent—beating up rich people was always profitable.
Vuorinen, on the other hand, moved quickly, his eyes shining with disbelief. That gigantic figure was only in the middle of the Spirit Fusion Realm, but he crushed twelve cultivators at the beginning of the Divine Origin Realm as if they were ants. And these twelve weren't just anyone; they were supposed to be the most talented from the third largest sect in the universe.
If there was any doubt about his identity, it no longer existed. Vuorinen swore to himself that once he returned, he would convince everyone who was still skeptical; no one but the God of the Forge could be so absurd.
The trio quickly headed to the underground formation. Inside one of the spatial rings, there was a sphere formed by dense runes. He used it, and the entire high-level formation began to open slowly.
