The fierce and surging white scar wind touched down, triggering an intense Qi shriek. Visible ripples violently pushed outwards in all directions.
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
But in the center of the arena.
A black phantom stood immovable like a boulder. It held a transparent scythe in one hand, with bizarre golden patterns on its skeletal arm writhing madly, runes gleaming brightly. The horrifying mental fluctuations and the aura of terror merged perfectly, forming a huge shadow of a slash in front of it.
Scythe shadows slashing, Qi waves resembling wings, crashing violently.
The peak strength of both, like a flood breaking a dam, erupted unrestrainedly, the aura annihilating and exploding. The surrounding arena shook, utterly unable to withstand the escalating pressure, its surface cracking, with silver-gray alloy rust spraying out from the gaps like fountains.
Around the arena, protective pillars and nets were swept away in one stroke.
