Chapter 63: The Construction Underneath the Transit Station_1

Negris was at a loss for words, interplanar projection, and moreover, projection towards the Prime Material Plane. Such an impressive feat could only be achieved by a deity.

Power that penetrates through the barriers of planes would weaken by dozens of times. A force strong enough to beat a buffalo to death, when transmitted to the Prime Material Plane, might only be enough to strangle a rabbit, leaving one feeling desolate.

Negris never projected his power, being the God of Knowledge, all he needed to do was to speak a few words. All he did was project his thoughts to have conversations, answer doubts, though quite annoyingly, he was often summoned for answers during tests.

Ange had just attained godhood, and he has already mastered the ability to project across planes so quickly. Couldn't he slow down a bit? Was this skeleton really stupid, or just pretending to be? Negris was infuriated.