The Divine tried to block the punch with his arm.
But it was pointless—the punch didn’t even slow down.
The Divine’s arm caved in, twisted, bent sideways, and finally smashed into his own ribs under the force of the punch. The sound was like a giant bell ringing, echoing endlessly. Invisible shockwaves radiated out, vibrating through the void.
At that moment, The Divine’s features completely twisted.
He could clearly feel that the woman’s power wasn’t overwhelming—just barely above what Patrick Zade’s think tank had predicted, and only about half his own current strength. But that half was hitting with twenty times the force. The incomprehensible, fine shockwaves pulsed from her fist like high-frequency waves. His own power was scattered like sand. Against that half, The Divine felt an unstoppable, world-shaking force.
A cataclysm, nothing less.
Boom—the Divine was smashed against the nearby cliff like a rag doll. Shock Force flooded his body and blasted out the other side. The shockwaves radiated like spikes, instantly bursting clouds of dust from the cliff. This time, the cracks spread out like tree rings, fine and intricate. Inside those rings, no stone remained whole; soon, the whole cliff would collapse.
Jill Young withdrew her fist.
Thud—the Divine crashed to the ground, blood oozing from every pore and covering the area. He slumped against the crumbling cliff, gasping like a broken bellows. Every bone in his upper body was twisted like a pretzel, muscles torn apart. His face was so distorted it barely looked human, but the wild fire in his eyes only burned hotter.
I still haven’t gone down—ahhh!!!