RUMBLE—
A purplish-black beam of Spirit Charm light suddenly erupted from the over thousand-foot-tall sheep-headed Dharma Aspect. Its world-ending radiance engulfed the buildings within a kilometer radius. Even the Demon Race and Martial Artists still locked in combat instinctively retreated, squinting and shielding their faces.
BANG—
The force of the punch unleashed the Nether Dark Spirit Charm like a volcanic eruption, instantly shattering the ancient tree Dharma Aspect behind General Mo. The cyan light was like a firefly swallowed by a tide of ink, the fragmented phantom disintegrating in an instant. It happened so fast that he couldn't even activate the rapid healing attribute of his Common Wood Spirit Charm.
CRACK!
