In the next mont, he suddenly slamd his palm against the bottom of the Floating Island.
"Boom!"
In an instant, a large chunk of the thick tal foundation was slapped "lted," but unlike being lted by high temperatures, the tal lted by the young man did not take on a red-hot form; instead, it transford into a torrent of tal, flowing down along the young man's arm to the ground.
At the sa ti, beneath his feet, the ground rose amidst the wailing of the flowing tal, forming a gigantic chanic cetery. Rusty car wrecks, scrapped cha skulls, and even entire subway tunnels proliferated and expanded wildly under the pouring of the tal solution!
Soon, a massive monster suddenly appeared—it was a towering giant tree constructed of liquid tal, with steel-reinforced spirals as branches and hexagonal hives of tal crystals as leaves!
"Grow for !"
He shouted loudly, and the chanical giant tree soared a hundred ters high! The branching crown held up the falling island like a thousand-ard Bodhisattva, as if performing a divine miracle...
The roots boiled under imnse pressure, and the branches at the top cracked inch by inch unable to bear the load, yet the trunk stood tall, piercing the clouds.
In the distance, the fleeing crowd heard the loud noise and instinctively turned back...
Thus, they saw an unforgettable sight: the man stretched out like a crane in the searing molten flow, each sweep of his sleeve stirred waves of tal. The boiling alloy was tad into strands at his fingertips, blossoming into a forest of iron pears upon reaching the ground, continuously supplenting strength to the giant tree.
Likewise, the people on the island also saw this scene.
Although they couldn't see the young man himself, the magnificent giant tree was forever imprinted in their hearts.
Finally...
The seemingly unstoppable Floating Island was forcibly halted, suspended 500 ters above the ground.
A catastrophe that would have affected the entire region... even half of the Lower District was averted by the young man with a re gesture.
Such power is truly unbelievable.
In fact, most people have never seen a High Level Apprentice Death God's battle with their own eyes, and related recordings are extrely rare, so people tend to subconsciously think that although an Apprentice Death God is powerful, their strength is just decent, similar to that of a war machine.
But now having seen it with their own eyes, they finally understood.
An Apprentice Death God has never been a re war machine; they are genuine gods among n, capable of altering the world with their every move.
"Phew, done here."
The young man looked quite satisfied with the giant island that had been forcibly stopped, rubbing his slightly sore palm.
Seeing the battleship's engine on the side still spewing plasma nonstop, he thought for a mont, then casually summoned a chanical trunk to destroy the engine structure, causing it to completely shut off.
This engine was crucial to preventing the island from falling quickly before it completely crashed.
But with the crisis now eliminated, letting it continue spewing would only cause unnecessary harm to the people on the ground.
The prison administrators might feel heartbroken over the battleship engine, but he wouldn't; he only cared about his own objectives.
After finishing all of this, the young man was about to board the island through a gap in the barrier surrounding the Floating Island...
But at this mont, a figure riding a floating motorcycle hurried over in a flustered manner.
It was Akun, the head of the Floating Island's surveillance departnt.
Ever since witnessing the young man's power, he dared not be negligent in any way, rushing to the scene and dismounting swiftly, offering a very practiced bow.
Akun felt bitter inside!
Originally, everything was planned perfectly. With the island's fall, they had prepared reasons to shift the bla, invited reporters to prove their dedication, and intended to use the island's destruction to cover up their procurent of cheap battleship engines, while also securing funds from the council to rebuild the island.
But now, the young man's appearance ruined everything.
The Floating Island wasn't destroyed, so in the upcoming investigation, the council is bound to discover the engine issues, thus uncovering a flood of evidence against them for corruption and embezzlent.
This ti, quite a few people are bound to et their doom.
Thinking of this, Akun felt an overwhelming bitterness, wishing he could make the young man vanish.
But he knew he didn't have the power to do so.
An Apprentice Death God, who can easily lift up a Floating Island, not to ntion him, even calling all the bureaucrats in the entire Desert Prison area together wouldn't dare provoke him.
Akun, after all, ca from a prominent family. Though lacking in other skills, he wasn't weak in reading the situation, so he imdiately thought of another approach.
Curry favor and flatter.
As long as he could persuade the young man to put in a good word for him or even take a photo with him in front of the journalists, at least his own position could be preserved.
As for others... their fate would be left to the whims of destiny.
"Sir, thank you for your assistance! On behalf of the police, I offer you our most sincere gratitude!"
He lowered his head deeply, not daring to et the young man's eyes at all.
It's said that High Tier Apprentice Death Gods, due to their excessively powerful nervous systems, almost always have a certain "mind reading" ability, capable of guessing the thoughts and intentions of opponents as long as they can see their eyes.
Akun dared not expose his true thoughts in front of a Death God.
"May I know if you could leave your na, or even a codena would do, so we can visit you in the future and write an article of thanks..."
As he spoke, Akun prayed inwardly, fearing that the young man might suddenly get angry and crush him to pieces.
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