The power of the storm was gathering, compressing. In the palm, a barely visible sphere appeared, about the size of a bowling ball. The force of the wind was drawn in, infused, and the transparent sphere gradually lit up with a blinding white glow, as if a raging storm was spinning inside at high speed. That power felt like a demon forcibly imprisoned, unleashing layer upon layer of even stronger energy, roaring silently, ready at any moment to tear apart everything before it.
The force of the gale quickly thinned, and The Divine's altitude dropped to a hundred meters.
One hundred meters—about the height of a thirty-story building.
High above, The Divine hovered, looking down, reaching out toward the little house below, eyes flashing with cruel delight: "Let's say hello first. Surprise."
Stormbreaker Cannon!
Boom—a sound like cannon fire. The blinding white sphere shot out from The Divine's palm in an instant, crashing straight through the roof of the little house below. The strike, at over three times the speed of sound, drained a huge amount of wind power, dropping The Divine's altitude by more than forty meters, but the result was nothing short of spectacular.
With a thunderous blast, the wooden cabin was instantly blown to dust. Sand and debris flew, the roar deafening, and the blinding white light mushroomed outward, instantly enveloping everything within forty meters in a powerful zone of negative pressure. Inside, a violently swirling vortex appeared from nowhere, like a bizarre tornado sucking everything blasted out right back in, shredding and pulverizing it like a crazed meat grinder.
Just that one strike was no less than a main battle cannon's blast. No matter what that woman was up to, the man she was interrogating would surely be blown to bits. Whatever she wanted to know, that man would—wait, man?
Something's off!
The Divine's brow furrowed sharply. Why weren't there any blood or body parts in the storm vortex?