Soon after the domineering voice spoke up and old man in full black robes appeared in the skies above the camp. He looked around and then sent a palm swing forward into empty air.
The impact from that simple-looking palm strike into the empty air was soon revealed, as the entire top of a mountain got immediately decimated as a palm print attack shot through it razing it to the ground.
The blow was so mind-bogglingly powerful that I envied it. It was a single swing, a single attack and the power behind it was more powerful than my strongest explosive weapon.
Though to be completely fair, this man was clearly at the half ascendant stage. So his power was to be expected.
However, a part of me wanted something like that. Most of my skills and spells are strong, but they're only strong against the weak, this man's palm was enough to decimate what I personally would have had a hard time destroying.
However, as long as he breaths…