A full moon hung high in the vast, starry sky!
Mo Ling'er's lovely face was grim. Her jet-black hair billowed out behind her, fluttering in the night wind as the corners of her robes whipped about.
"Bastard, get the hell out here!"
Mo Ling'er's voice was like cracking thunder, rolling across the sky above the city.
Below, the city was a noisy chaos of surging crowds and heavy traffic.
But her voice still clearly penetrated every corner within a radius of several kilometers.
The sudden sound made many people involuntarily tilt their heads up, searching for its source.
"Fine. If you won't come out, I'll just have to blast you out!"
Mo Ling'er casually threw a palm strike, blasting a huge hole in the building beneath her feet.
The hole ran from top to bottom, forming the clear imprint of a delicate yet massive palm.
"Ah!"
"Help!"
Terrified, the Eastern Woren inside scattered and fled as the entire building began to teeter on the verge of collapse.
