A terrifying power erupted in an instant.
The ground caved in with a deafening BOOM. A crater hundreds of meters in radius formed, centered on the spot where Qing Shan's palm had struck.
A massive palm print, dozens of meters deep, was clearly branded into the earth.
Such was the might of a single strike!
Qing Shan slowly withdrew its palm, a trace of doubt flashing in its crimson eyes.
It had clearly locked onto the bug's aura, yet its target had vanished into thin air, right under its nose.
'Spatial fluctuations?'
Qing Shan shook its head.
It could sense that this wasn't the Tearing of space. It felt more like... being 'swallowed' by another Space.
"Interesting."
It didn't pursue. Instead, it gazed toward the distant Cyan Miasma Swamp, its will to fight not diminishing, but growing stronger.
"Everyone, pick up the pace!"
"Tonight, I will use those Foreigners' skulls as drinking cups!"
...
「Inside the Sword Tomb Space.」
