The middle-aged woman screamed, being the first to notice what was happening.
In truth, it was an overreaction. Even if Theron fell from five meters, his current body likely wouldn't even bruise—and that was assuming he didn't land on his feet.
But what happened next seemed to make such a reaction more than warranted. In fact, it felt like it wasn't enough.
Theron's foot only slipped for a moment before it seemed to latch onto something.
He sprang forward, leaping up another five meters.
His foot slipped just the slightest bit once again.
'This should be about the correct rhythm… I've got it.'
Theron's eyes flashed once again and he launched himself up seven meters this time. More confident in how much weight he could catch, he accelerated.
Mana didn't just randomly attach itself to anything. But who asked the Luminescent Moon Sect to make their entire wall out of metal?
