Seeing this, the Silent Abyss lifted its right hand, spreading its five fingers.
The elemental thread, capable of piercing through stars, began to decompose three feet from its palm.
All the power and knowledge within the elemental thread were forcibly "disassembled" back to the most basic informational units, which the Silent Abyss read with a hint of interest in its eyes.
In the next moment, Martin's expression changed drastically.
He found the light around him starting to distort, the spatial coordinates forcibly altered. The Silent Abyss, which had been half a plane away, suddenly appeared less than ten thousand meters in front of him.
Such a distance, for beings of their level, is equivalent to face-to-face.
The Silent Abyss did not speak.
It merely extended its already restored left arm and pointed a finger lightly forward.
A pure white light pillar shot out from its fingertip, heading straight toward the outpost camp behind Martin.
