The Cult Leader floated down to the area of impact, surveying the destruction with calculating eyes. "Did I go too far?" he wondered, examining the MASSIVE crater formed by his dark palm technique. The ground had cratered inward, stone and earth pulverized under the overwhelming pressure.
Movement caught his attention—something at the center of the devastation. It was Li Yao, standing amidst the rubble. Though her clothes were torn and dust clung to her form, she appeared remarkably unharmed. Her posture remained defiant, showing no signs of the terror he had expected to instill.
The soul clone descended from his elevated position, hovering before Li Yao with an air of casual superiority. "Your body is quite tough," he acknowledged, mild surprise coloring his tone. "But you're still nowhere near being able to compete with me."
