"A beast is a beast, after all."
Zhang Tianyu landed gracefully at the edge of the pit and looked down. "Even after your Demonic Transformation granted you immense strength, you still don't know how to wield it. All you have is brute force. How laughable."
He raised his right hand, palm up, and slowly curled his fingers inward.
The black mist in the air gathered, coalescing into a pitch-black greatsword thirty feet in length!
The blade was dull, but entwined with countless writhing, wailing phantoms. A slowly rotating, blood-red eyeball was embedded in its guard.
"Pin."
The greatsword plummeted, silent, yet it carried the weight to shatter mountains!
The tip of the sword precisely pierced the Red Flame Demon Lion King's spine, penetrating scales, bone, and viscera to pin it fast to the bedrock at the bottom of the pit!
"ROAR—!!!"
The Demon Lion struggled frantically, dark red blood gushing like a fountain, but the black mist coiling around the blade greedily devoured it.
