Black Rakshasa's eyes flashed with even crazier fighting spirit. It was a desire for victory, as well as recognition of his opponent's strength.
He let out a roar, his voice like a call from the abyss, carrying endless resentment and fury as he launched another fierce attack at Esdeath.
This time, he held nothing back. All the power in his body condensed into that solid Pitch Black Fist Shadow.
The fist shadow was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, streaking across the heavens with an Aura that could destroy everything as it suddenly swung toward Esdeath.
Rumble!!
As the fist shadow fell, it was as if a thunderclap rang out between heaven and earth. The raging air currents surged down upon the land like unbridled wild horses; wherever they passed, vegetation withered and rocks shattered.
This force did not merely strike the ground—it bore down upon all living beings, making them feel an irresistible majesty, as though at this moment, every life had to submit and await execution.
The plains before the City of Wrongful Deaths shook violently beneath this force. Countless stones exploded, blooming in the air like fireworks before surging high like a tsunami, dyeing the sky gray.
At that moment, the air turned into Gale Force Wind, howling into every corner of the underworld. Wherever it touched, whether ghosts or evil spirits, all trembled beneath the pressure of this force, as if even their souls were about to be Devour Everything by it.
Faced with Black Rakshasa's strike powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, Esdeath did not retreat. Her petite body seemed to be endowed with infinite strength in that instant.
She raised her hand and threw a punch. At that moment, her fist seemed to become the hardest weapon between heaven and earth.