MMORPG : Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

Rudra struggled under the weight of the palm as his knees threatened to crack if he did not let go of the weight immediately.

He was brute forcing his way against the weight and not actually lifting it. He was as good as a dead log on whom the whole weight was balanced on as every single muscle in his body from the tips of his toes to the neck muscles under his jaw were tensed to the extreme to stop the palm from descending onto the city.

Rudra used to joke around with this exact metaphor as one of his favorite sayings was ’ with me standing here the sky would not fall ’ , when he tried to reassure the elites that he could handle any threat present.

However, today ironically he was literally trying to stop the sky from falling onto his city and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to not budge from underneath.

He was in excruciating pain, as while the palm looked simply on the surface it was actually a series of very sharp wind blades at the tip which constantly decimated Rudra ’s flesh as everything from his shoulders to his palms to his upper scalp was bleeding profousely.

His mind was working at full capacity with him trying to mentain the gravity manipulation as well as the Avatar to withstand this pressure , yet the pain and the air pressure was making his head go numb as bit by bit he was slipping altitude.

Rudra questioned himself ’ Come on! Since when have you not have the will to see something through? BE A MAN , power through! ’

He tried to motivate himself with a Pep talk , but no matter how much will he mustered he knew that stopping this move was going to be a herculean task .

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Rudra understood well that millions of people were depending on him to stop this , as if he failed then the elites would stop having the place that they would call a home.

The church that he had started to run so honestly would no longer be a place to worship God Hades as it would become a pile of rubble.