Whether in speed or strength, it surpasses imagination.
Tan Qing and Old Zhong stared intently. They could see the speed of the opponent's blade, but facing such an explosive strike, if they had to block it, they might not have been able to withstand it.
Alas, Zhu Cheng was right, don't be fooled by their greatly enhanced abilities; compared to the Creators, the difference is not just a little.
Even wearing war armor, it doesn't help; the strength gap between both sides is just too great.
A crisp sound was heard.
Silver light was flickering.
The Creator Kondo Juehu suddenly retreated, and in the moment he landed, the katana fused with his arm shattered inch by inch, scattering in pieces all over the ground.
"Nani..."
Kondo Juehu was utterly shocked; this katana was the strongest weapon of Fushima, having been passed down for hundreds of years, surrounded by many mythological tales, symbolizing the Heavenly God's Sword.
Nothing could withstand its sharpness.
