After a silent ten seconds, the Red Moon finally spoke again, coldly saying, "How you did it doesn't concern me. The only thing that does is how long you can still live."
"As I see it, I can live for a long time."
"Hah, that's what you think!" The Red Moon suddenly raised a hand, aiming upwards.
In almost an instant, with a "boom," the ceiling of the palace was torn open, creating a circular hole nearly a meter in diameter. A blood-red energy beam, as thick as a bathtub, shot down from a high altitude, accurately striking Richard.
The beam of energy was highly concentrated, almost solid. It smashed into Richard, and the force spread outward, causing the nearby ground to fracture rapidly.
With a "crash," the ground caved in, sending Richard into the depression.
The beam didn't stop, continuing to fire down, continuously unleashing destructive power on Richard trapped in the depression.
