"How is this possible!?" Marpa felt a thrill of terror, convinced that no one could survive under his Innate Divine Ability. Yet that deep and robust laughter echoed across the battlefield, a stark contradiction that could not be feigned.
Whoosh!
His gaze suddenly sharpened as he reached out and swept his hand forward.
The grey-white fog enveloping the battlefield was blown away by a powerful breath of air, allowing the blood-red moonlight to spill back into the crater.
A hundred meters deep with a diameter of over a kilometer, the crater was surrounded by winding, web-like cracks, as if formed by a meteoric impact. At the bottom stood a towering figure, charred and seeping blood.
Despite his severe injuries, he was laughing. Excitement caused his body to quiver slightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Marpa asked. The laughter reverberated on the battlefield, distorting the moonlight, creating ripples, and stirring threads of air to rise.