The sonorous bellow of the ground echoed as a foot came crashing down toward the Shadow Monster's chest.
The ground trembled in despair, and cracks formed beneath it like a spiderweb as the immense force from the axe kick descended like a heavenly tribulation.
A cavity formed on the chest of the Shadow Monster, its whole body trembled, and the dark shadow grew dim and faint, like the withering of hope amidst chaos in the abyss.
Desther had already felt earlier. The Shadow Monster may look like a shadow made of smoke but actually has a shell as hard as divine iron. Every strike that landed would feel as if he were striking at hard stone. There was no softness or the feeling of striking a flesh, only a carapace that seemed to be able to withstand the hardest of strikes.
Another axe kick came crashing down, followed by a fist bearing the weight of the heavens.
