The destructive power of the sky-piercing blast far exceeded everyone's imagination.
The entire street had been completely obliterated. Nothing remained.
No one had expected that a single spell could possess such truly world-ending force.
This overwhelmingly real sensation deeply shook the players who had survived, to the point where some wondered whether this was even a game at all.
The heavy air, the biting cold wind, the acrid stench of blood, the tremors rippling through the ground, the pain wracking their bodies — every moment hammered home what had just happened.
In that instant, the players realized that Divine Realm was nothing like any virtual game they had ever played.
In their minds, virtual games were nothing more than an accumulation of data — they only produced higher damage numbers. Even if a single hit dealt millions or tens of millions of damage, they wouldn't be surprised. After all, it was all just numbers.
No matter how realistic Divine Realm was, it was still just a virtual game. Everything was an illusion.
This impression had been deeply ingrained in every player's mind and had never wavered.
But now they realized they were wrong.
Data alone couldn't shock them, but this staggering destructive force was far more visceral than any number could ever be.
"So powerful!"
"Is this what a Tier Four class can do?"
"If we could advance to a Tier Four class, would we be this strong too?"
One after another, the players turned their gazes toward Wiseman, who hovered in mid-air, their minds racing with a flood of emotions — excitement, fear, elation, and yearning.
Superhumans and people with supernatural abilities didn't exist in the real world. Neither did humans who could freely take to the skies or soar through the heavens and burrow into the earth. Yet within the hyper-realistic world of Divine Realm, all of it was fully possible — as though everyone had stepped into another world entirely.
At that thought, no one ever looked at Divine Realm as a mere game again. This was a world that offered a second life.
"I really can't underestimate Wiseman. To cast a Tier Four spell so effortlessly..." The moment Wiseman had unleashed the sky-piercing blast, Shi Feng had already used his astonishing speed to escape the area of effect, which was why he remained unscathed.
Normally, high-tier spells had very long casting times, leaving the caster vulnerable to interruption and significant damage. When facing enemies of the same tier, magic-type classes rarely had the chance to unleash high-tier spells, relying instead on lower-tier magic with shorter casting times.
For someone like Wiseman to cast a Tier Four spell was extraordinarily difficult.
And to do so against a freak like the Mechanical Slaughterer with such ease — it spoke volumes about Wiseman's overwhelming combat strength.
Just as Shi Feng was focused on Wiseman in the sky, the Mechanical Slaughterer flew out of the crater left by the sky-piercing blast.
"No way. It took a Tier Four spell head-on and it's still jumping around like nothing happened." Shi Feng stared at the only slightly damaged Mechanical Slaughterer, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
The impact of a high-tier spell wasn't just raw damage — it also inflicted devastating disruption on the target's physical condition.
In a fight between players, hit points were merely a reference point. Some players could fight at full effectiveness with only a single hit point remaining, while others might have barely taken a scratch yet be unable to perform at even a tenth of their usual strength.
The reason high-tier skills were so terrifying wasn't simply the immense damage they dealt — it was the severe impact they had on the enemy's combat capability.
Right now, though the Mechanical Slaughterer looked battered and forlorn, its body riddled with damage, and its HP reduced to below fifty percent, its actual combat strength had barely been diminished.
"What an enviable physique."