CHAPTER 989
Devan's punch shattered the sound barrier.
Not only was the sonic wall broken, but the ground for twenty meters onward was also completely demolished.
Chunks of debris and thick dust billowed into the air.
Those who had been standing near the trajectory of his strike had already scrambled away just in time to avoid being obliterated.
The one whom this attack was targeted at?
He was no longer there.
He was standing meters away.
… Wait! Standing?
Spinning around, everyone began scanning for the Supreme Magus, only to see him sitting on an earth chair—expertly crafted by his own hand—with his chin resting casually on his knuckles.
His brown eyes crackled with lightning, as did his fingers.
Yawning loudly, he looked around at the shocked faces of disbelief, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he was in the middle of a battlefield.
