As expected!
Li Ang's pupils contracted.
The opponent's total energy level was without question far higher than his and Zhongli Mieming's, even a notch higher than the Cold Waterstone in his memory—the latter excelled more at delicate manipulation of energy, not brute-force brick‑throwing.
In terms of sheer total energy, perhaps only the Desolated Lion, Michael, Su Ni Sheng,
and those few things the Special Affairs Bureau and Heterodox Academy dug out from the Demon Prison and other places could compare.
But,
But,
as long as the opponent still maintained a physical form, it had to be bound by the physical laws of the real world.
Li Ang looked at the continuously sinking Deadwood Titan, a trace of relief flashing through his heart.
The opponent was simply too heavy. Even with the help of branch‑like tendrils extending from the surrounding skyscrapers to share the burden, there was no way this sector's light soil could bear such weight.
