The illusory hammering never stopped. As the steel giant swung its arm, the nearly hundred-meter-long giant sword in its hand grew ever clearer. Its whole body was silver-black, shining with a cold, unyielding luster; as it scraped through the air, it let out a deafening buzzing roar.
This was no longer a slash in any conventional sense; it was like an entire iron mountain being hurled straight at him.
Bologue had nowhere to dodge and no way to neutralize this colossal strike. His Power of Command could not break through the Seeker of Glory's Ethereum Mutual Exclusion and Rectangular Soul Critical. The countless defenses he had erected would all shatter and collapse beneath this mountain-like giant sword.
Yet Bologue still faced that strike that could cleave a city in two. His five fingers pulled downward, and heaven and earth cracked apart.
