As the shell shattered, a visible ripple spread through the surrounding space for hundreds of meters.
Spiritual telekinesis formed into aged faces, letting out piercing wails.
Nathan, the High Priest, felt his spirit being sliced into countless pieces, this extreme pain far more terrifying than the ancient five-horse dismemberment, comparable to the brutal execution by slow slicing.
"Trash! Trash!"
The deeply suppressed negative emotions kept amplifying like a torrent breaking through defenses, driving Nathan to madness, eager to crush Qin Shi into pulp with his spiritual telekinesis!
"You damned human, how could you possibly break the consciousness space!"
Qin Shi shrugged. The Spiritual Ability Path had this annoying issue of overconfidence and unclear thinking.
Dwelling in the world of the spirit for too long, wielding the spirit-forged scepter of a king, made one feel invincible.
