Zhao Guang charged into the military base with a destructive power akin to a mischievous child tearing through a castle made of blocks, unleashing destruction at full capacity.
Casually swinging his sword, vast expanses of buildings and weapons were split in two.
A random punch brought forth explosions. The white light appeared sacred and gentle, but its destructive power was unquestionably real. It didn't seem ferocious, but its power far surpassed that of modern weapons.
Inside the military base, Zhao Guang demonstrated his full extent of destructive power.
Even countries on the other side of Earth observed the situation within the military base through various means. Everyone felt powerless—could this truly be a level of power attainable by an individual?
"In ancient times, such power would undoubtedly mark him as an Immortal."
