The vast tide roiled and exploded, every wisp containing unimaginably terrifying destructive power as it swept in with a roar like heaven and earth collapsing.
That power seemed intent on utterly destroying this world, making all living things vanish into endless darkness. Even the air appeared to be torn apart by it, letting out shrill howls.
Across the plains, ravines crisscrossed the land and dust filled the air, as though an invisible giant hand had ravaged the place at will.
The ravines were bottomless, like scars upon the earth. Dust blotted out the sky and sun, while even the distant mountains trembled under the force of the impact, on the verge of collapse at any moment. Shattered stones tumbled down with dull rumbles.
Amid this chaotic heaven and earth, Esdeath took a single step and arrived before Black Rakshasa.
She moved so fast that her figure was nearly impossible to catch.
Her long fist sliced through the gale, smashing furiously toward Black Rakshasa's chest with the roar of a raging wind.
That fist contained endless magic power and fury, as though it would punch straight through Black Rakshasa's chest.
The air seemed to freeze at that instant, followed by a deafening explosion. Wherever the fist wind passed, tiny cracks were torn through space itself.
Black Rakshasa's expression shifted slightly. He clearly had not expected Esdeath to possess such formidable strength.
One punch sent him flying sideways, black foul blood spraying from his mouth like a demon wailing in the night. The blood traced bizarre arcs through the air, and upon striking the ground, instantly corroded patches of blackened marks.
His body rolled through the air several times before crashing heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Within the swirling dust, Black Rakshasa's figure flickered in and out