The youth's voice came from afar.
As his calm words faded, everyone saw that the dozens-of-meters-tall mass of earth and stone in the distance suddenly scattered with the breeze.
Dust and smoke rose once more.
But this time, at a glance, all the earth and stone seemed more like illusions.
Those things that once had substance now appeared to have no weight at all.
"What is going on?"
"That shouldn't be possible."
"How could this happen!"
The Rowe clan disciples stared at the youth still standing where he was, as if they'd seen a ghost.
Just moments ago, they had watched First Elder Rowe's earth-and-stone attack strike Evan Lin head-on, with no way for that kid to dodge.
But now, did this kid actually withstand the attack head-on?
That was earth and stone covering a hundred meters!
And it was further infused with the inner strength of First Elder Rowe and the Rowe Patriarch—utterly indestructible!
Yet this guy not only came out completely unscathed—even that terrifying mass of earth and stone seems to have vanished without a trace.
What did you do?!
First Elder Rowe was livid, his already shrunken body trembling all over with rage, face flushed red, his gaze toward Evan Lin twisted with shock and fury.
Is there anything that needs to be done?
Evan Lin shook his head calmly and strode forward. With each step, his aura erupted, climbing higher and higher.
So-called Pointing-to-Mystery inner strength, so-called strengthening secret arts—before absolute power, they're just jokes.
Evan's expression was indifferent as he walked slowly, Worldleaver in hand, not a speck of dust clinging to it. "As for what you asked about what I did..."
Look up.
Look up.
Those three words came from Evan Lin's mouth.
First Elder Rowe and the others instinctively lifted their heads, looking up at the sky.
What is that?!
A mountain?
It's not a mountain! It's earth and stone! How did the earth and stone that disappeared end up there?!
A series of shocked voices rang out. Amid the commotion, everyone saw a massive mountain formed from earth and stone come crashing down from the sky.
Ah!
Run!
The Rowe clan disciples looked terrified, not even thinking of resisting.
They turned and fled. The Rowe Patriarch's face suddenly changed, and he reached out to grab the already pale and drained First Elder Rowe, then dashed away at full speed.
Above their heads, the mountain of earth and stone falling from the sky carried a terrifying aura that threatened to crush everything.
The Rowe Patriarch felt his scalp go numb. Even with his keen eyesight, he saw no chance of victory.
Go!
The Rowe Patriarch sped off. With his cultivation about to break into the Pointing-to-Mystery Realm, his speed was ghostly fast.
He grabbed First Elder Rowe by the collar and dodged around, but the mountain overhead seemed to have a spirit of its own, always following them and keeping them in its shadow.
The Rowe Patriarch was fast, but the mountain was slow—yet its area was wide enough to keep up.
How is this even possible?!
The Rowe Patriarch was terrified at heart. Looking at the mountain pressing down above, he felt a sense of absurdity—there was nowhere to run.