Two afterimages darted and collided at high speed within the constantly collapsing building structure.
The roar sometimes came from downstairs, sometimes exploded on the side walls, and then shattered fragments of the ceiling in all directions.
A fierce wind swept the dust, completely shrouding the entire floor, making it impossible to discern the battle with the naked eye.
Even power users with senses far beyond ordinary can only barely capture a blurry scene:
A naked, muscular man wearing a white Evil Ghost Mask is frantically beating another man in a tattered suit.
Their figures often suddenly disappear, only to be forcibly pulled back to the starting point under the eerie laws of space.
It was as if they were trapped in a never-ending cycle of destruction, replaying the chase and collision again and again.
Every collision was accompanied by dazzling firelight, as though a heavy bomb was detonated within this enclosed space.
