The sword fell.
There was no dazzling light explosion, no deafening roar.
Only a finely condensed red-gold line.
It detached from the blade of the giant sword, silently slicing through space.
Wherever the line passed, strange phenomena occurred.
The first to be touched were the wildly dancing shadow tendrils.
They silently vanished as if they were snowflakes meeting intense heat.
Hundreds and thousands of tendrils disappeared cleanly into the air as the red-gold line swept by.
Next, it was the terrifying devouring suction force.
Centered around a black hole in the palm, the distorted field extended like a vortex.
But when the red-gold line cut into this force field, the twisted space was forcibly straightened.
The violent suction abruptly halted.
The black hole itself even began to collapse inward and tremble.
Finally, the red-gold line reached its actual target.
The hand of the Demon God, which spanned the sky and emitted endless demon power.
