As the figure flew through the air, the alien powerhouse felt like their brain was malfunctioning.
How could this be?
That hall could actually launch an attack on its own—could it have a spirit bound to it?
And the strength of the attack was terrifying to an absurd degree!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Even if it did have a spirit, it couldn't be this strong!"
"I don't believe it!"
The alien powerhouse was flung backward for a long distance before stabilizing their stance. Transforming back into a streak of light, they approached the golden hall again, intent on striking once more. But just as they prepared to act, golden light burst forth...
They were sent flying again...
This guy looked as though he'd been cursed, completely unable to comprehend the situation at hand—just like an indestructible cockroach.
Knocked away once, they'd return again, only to be knocked back yet again, endlessly repeating the cycle.