And as a Second Rank, he had no power to resist whatsoever.
Yet, the doubts in his heart could not be dispelled no matter what.
A moment later, the dust settled.
Kushustan remained frozen in place, his blood-red pupils resembling lanterns slightly dilating.
Even though the ground around him seemed plowed, the young man in the center merely raised his right hand, wrapped in white gloves, to his lips and coughed gently, as if the dust had choked him.
Beyond that, there was nothing more.
"You!!!"
Kushustan raised his head, about to unleash an angry roar.
However, the next second, in a distant corner, the body of a surviving Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church suddenly began to tremble.
"Help, save me!!!"
Clutching his face in panic, he realized that what had been an intact body moments ago was now disintegrating and pouring out like sand.
Yet, those around him had no thoughts other than terror at the scene.