Between Black Rakshasa's five fingers, the condensed Killing Intent was like tangible blades. It not only sliced through space, but seemed ready to tear apart every tangible and intangible existence.
The blades formed from that Killing Intent left long, narrow fissures in space, as though it had been cut by the sharpest of weapons. They emitted a low hum—the unique sound of space being torn apart, deep and menacing.
As Black Rakshasa unleashed his fist wind, the surrounding air seemed to ignite, stirring up an invisible storm. Wherever the fist wind passed, space appeared to shatter into countless fragments, crisscrossing as its momentum grew ever more immense.
Every blast of fist wind carried incomparable power, colliding with the wandering energy of the underworld and producing a succession of deafening explosions. Like thunder, those blasts echoed through the underworld, filling every creature with fear and unease.
Black clouds churned through the sky, while violent winds surged like raging waves. The billowing Killing Intent swept onward like a tidal surge, unstoppable wherever it went.
Whether it was indestructible rock or Netherworld creatures unique to the underworld, all seemed frail and vulnerable beneath the impact of this power.
The rocks were effortlessly pulverized, while the Netherworld creatures fell one after another like cut stalks of straw, utterly unable to resist.
The Rakshasa Demonic Fist dared to stand alongside Shakyamuni Buddha Ancestor's Buddha's Palm.
And Black Rakshasa himself was a Great Evil God who had once contended with Shakyamuni. The terror of his might needed no explanation.
As this punch flew forth, not only did space tremble, even Esdeath sensed an unprecedented threat and danger.
This punch was simply too powerful. There was no room to evade it.
Its killing range had already covered the entire space. No matter how she dodged, she could