The air still shimmered with the aftershocks of the Mountain Collapsing Fist.
The faint hum of annihilated matter hung in the air, a vibration that seemed to echo from deep beneath the ice-forged mountain. Lin Mu lowered his arm slowly, the pinkish red glow fading from his knuckles as the temperature around him began to plummet once more.
The molten rocks under his feet hissed as the Magma Asura form dissipated, steam rising in twisting tendrils into the cold.
Before him lay what was left of the Ephemera Sect's spatial cultivator... an unrecognizable ruin of flesh and shredded black robes.
The man's chest was a crater, his organs reduced to paste, his Nascent Soul and Dantian both annihilated beyond repair. There was no coming back from this. Lin Mu stood still for a few seconds, making sure the man's body truly had no trace of life.
Only when his immortal sense confirmed complete cessation of vitality did he release a slow breath.
