"Ooooooooooooooooooh—!"
As the sky-piercing roar boomed over City A like thunder, Boros, transformed into a shooting aurora amid the thunderous din and explosive winds, had already darted before Fang Li.
His fist came crashing down like a meteor.
"Rumble—!"
It was the sound of the atmosphere being completely blasted away.
With near-terrifying speed and power, Boros's fist was truly like a meteor falling through the atmosphere, scraping out flames as it shook the air itself.
It carried more weight than a mountain.
Not even raging waves could describe its ferocity.
If such a terrifying punch landed on Fang Li, even the Battle Suit would not be able to completely neutralize the impact.
Even if only the residual force remained, it would be enough to severely wound Fang Li if he did not use Star Pulse Energy.
This was Boros's true power.
It was far beyond anything from before.
Yet Fang Li's expression remained unusually cold in the face of that strike.
Only the light within his Magic Eyes flickered bit by bit.
It's time...
Fang Li thought silently.
Then, he began lifting his self-imposed restrictions.
Ever since his understanding had expanded in the world of A Certain Magical Index due to his deepened comprehension of death, his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception had advanced through several stages, reaching a peak that could be called close to their original form.
From that point onward, Fang Li's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception could even perceive the death of concepts.
Even the concept of the "world" no longer held any secrets before Fang Li's eyes, exposing its most vulnerable end before him.
Fang Li was certain that, from that moment on, his Magic Eyes had already reached a limit.
After all, he could already see even the Death Lines of the world itself.