The first Black Soldier attempted to resist Duanmu Huai's attack, but he couldn't withstand it. The War Hammer shattered the Chainsaw Sword in his hand, his helmet, his head, his armor, his body, and then the ground—the surging wave of anger transformed into a massive shockwave blasting forward, sending every visible enemy flying away.
The Hellhound opened its mouth, revealing a bloody maw, biting towards the enemy before it. However, in the presence of the power of destruction, their struggle and fury were futile. Countless traitors and blasphemers, their numbers enough to destroy an Armored Division, were now merely insignificant existences beneath the feet of the God of Destruction.
Duanmu Huai took a deep breath.
With every breath, he could feel the battlefield's dense scent of blood wafting from the air intake, the stench of Demons, the smell of steel and gunpowder, and death, pain, and—Destruction!!
