The space seemed to freeze at that moment.
Kazren’s handsome face like a blade showed a hint of sneer. He glanced into the distance and raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that you are lucky today, Atlas." He sneered in a low voice, but there was a trace of unfinished murderous intent in his words.
"I’ll give you one day to return what you took away. Otherwise—"
He raised his head, his deep eyes looked over Atlas’ shoulder, and he looked at the people below who were already extremely frightened. His voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone’s hearts like thunder.
"This entire base will become the burial place for you and these weaklings."
As soon as the voice fell, the air around him suddenly vibrated, and a space crack opened under his feet like a living thing. He raised his hand slightly and was about to step into the void and leave.
But at that moment, his eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and he paused slightly and swept to the edge of the crowd...
It was a short but piercing look, like ice.
At that moment, Liora’s heart shrank fiercely, as if it was tightened by some invisible force. But before she could react, the figure of the silver-haired man had disappeared, and the space returned to silence again; only the remaining space distortion in the air was still slowly dissipating.
In an instant, the entire base fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone, including Liora’s friend and survivors standing on the edge of the ruins, stared blankly at the rooftop where they were originally facing each other.
No one spoke, and no one dared to move.
Fear, shock, and awe.
The pressure that remained in the air had not completely dissipated, as if a beast had roared on this land, leaving behind its murderous intent, its majesty, and its declaration.
Someone swallowed his saliva, as his throat become dry.
"Just now... was that a human?" Someone whispered in a low and trembling voice.
The strange man did not take action, but just a look made everyone feel the urge to kneel on the ground. His words were full of contempt, as if their lives were nothing more than a pile of ants that could be easily stepped on to death by him.
At this moment, everyone suddenly realized.
It turned out that outside the world where they were struggling to survive, there were higher-level existences, and there were strong people who truly controlled space and time. While they fight for a crystal core and a piece of rotten meat every day, they never think that in the eyes of some people, they are not even qualified to be "seen."
A gust of wind blew, rolling up the dust and broken tiles on the ground, and the broken roof of the base looked even more desolate in the twilight.
And on the top of the tall building, Atlas’s figure still stood.
The night wind blew his white shirt, and his outline was rendered deeper by the night. He seemed to still be looking at the enemy who had left, his eyes were cold and without any fluctuations.
On the ground, a figure slowly stepped out.
There was no usual gentleness between his eyebrows, but a rare solemnity. He looked up at Atlas; his eyes were deep, his fists were clenched, and his veins were exposed. As he looked at Atlas’s figure, a strong determination burned in his eyes.
At this moment, Liora was like a lost puppet.
She stood on the dusty ground, staring at the half-collapsed building with empty eyes—that was her room, which she built and strengthened with her own hands, and every piece of material was exchanged for her crystal core.
Now, those familiar corners, those intimate little decorations, have all turned into rubble.
"Asshole... Who is he? Why... why didn’t he even let my house go?"
She suddenly looked up and looked at Atlas.
He still stood there silently, as if he had forgotten the ruins behind him and everything in front of him.
"Atlas!!!" She finally couldn’t help it and shouted hoarsely.
It was as if that call awakened the meditating god.
Atlas slowly turned his head and looked at her.
His eyes were cold, and when he saw her face full of anger and pain, his brows slightly frowned.
He whispered and then slowly raised his right hand.
Before everyone could react, an indescribable, strange wave spread out with him as the center.
Time began to flow backwards.
The rubble in the ruins trembled and flew up—one, two, hundreds of broken stones, wooden boards, and metal parts quickly assembled in the air as if controlled by unseen hands.
In less than half a minute, the entire two-story building was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only the building, but also the collapsed streets nearby, the broken eaves, even the cracks on the walls, and the dust on the ground were all reversed by the torrent of time and restored to an intact state.
Everything seemed to have never been destroyed. And most important, it only affected the buildings and not them. They just stood at their place with shocked expressions.
"What... what is this...?"
"He actually... restored everything?!"
Exclamations came one after another.
Those survivors who had just kneeled on the ground and looked pale, widened their eyes one by one, almost wondering if they were hallucinating.
Liora was completely stunned.
She knew Atlas had the power of time, but she had never seen him use it on such a large scale.
She looked at the intact house, her lips slightly parted, and she couldn’t speak for a long time.
And how could he just restore it ? It seemed very strange to her. Can he actually reverse the time of a particular object while leaving others unaffected?