At this moment, John stood in midair, glaring down at Owen, who was standing amidst the ruins below.
The sudden punch Owen threw appeared to grow larger and larger in John's eyes. A distorted imprint of a fist expanded in the sky, its ridges and fingerprints clear and distinct, as if it were a giant fist embodying the will of heaven and earth.
Merely gazing at this punch and the overwhelming pressure emanating from it made John feel as if the heavens and earth were spinning, and his perception of yin and yang was reversing.
It felt as if Owen were towering high above in the heavens, while he himself was reduced to nothing but dirt.
"What terrifying fist intent!"
John shuddered involuntarily, murmuring instinctively, but he quickly snapped back to his senses. The pure mana contained within the remains of the Dark God coalesced before him, forming a shriveled black finger.
Dark God Finger—commanding heaven and earth!
Boom! Boom!
