"ENOUGH!"
A thunderous shout followed the ear-splitting, space-rippling explosion. The shockwaves spread throughout the World Prison, its walls trembled as minute fissures began spreading throughout its surface, and two objects soared away from the epicenter at hair-raising speeds!
"Gah!" Yun Che held the Heretical Berserk Godsword in his hand defensively, jetting backward while skidding across space with enough momentum to cause abnormal distortions. When he finally halted himself, the fixed space in the area formed a heavy depression that twisted and bent to accommodate his body. He had forcefully halted his momentum by leveraging fixed space!
Such an exquisite technique indicated that his comprehension of Spatial Arts was at a level where the Spatial-type Mystic Rune was all but guaranteed upon his Earthly Ascension.