Cian looked at Sol coldly and didn't respond. Instead, his strange white sword started to buzz. The blood that remained on it after it severed Sol's arm was absorbed into it.
Sol's expression became even colder. He immediately lifted his fist and struck out.
A ten-meter black fist projection with a bit of gold mixed within appeared in the world and shot towards Cian.
This fist projection radiated a domineering and tyrannical aura as if it could suppress and exterminate anything and everything in its path. Sol's Heavenly Domain that spread out ten meters around him flared to life boosting this fist projection even more.
This terrifying fist appeared in front of Cian, and it looked like he was moments away from being crushed under this attack. The space around him was locked, trapping him in place. Even the ground beneath his feet sank with large black cracks snaking several tens of meters into the surroundings.