A gale swept a nauseating stench of blood and rot straight into Dai Mubai's nose.
He kept his eyes tightly shut, the piercing sonic boom of the Clear Sky Hammer tearing through the air ringing beside his ears.
That mountain-heavy pressure had even made the muscles in his cheeks begin to twitch uncontrollably. The blood seeping from his scalp had not yet dripped down before it was directly evaporated by the fierce wind pressure.
Oscar sat collapsed behind him, a hoarse whimper coming from his throat as if someone had him by the neck. Not far away, amid the ruins, Ma Hongjun's screams had already gone hoarse to the limit.
Three inches.
Two inches.
One inch.
The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer, carrying terrifying kinetic force enough to flatten a small hill, had only the last sliver of space left between it and Dai Mubai's skull.
The shadow of death had completely enveloped the ruins. Time seemed to stretch endlessly in this moment, every frame of the scene filled with suffocating despair.
And yet, in the instant before that tremendous force capable of shattering everything was about to pour down—
Clang—!
An extremely crisp metallic explosion, even carrying a faint ethereal quality, suddenly rang out over the square without any warning!
The sound was not deafening, yet it seemed to contain some supreme law that stood above this world, forcefully cutting off the Clear Sky Hammer's incomparably violent descent.
The black storm capable of destroying everything was like it had slammed into an invisible, impassable Wall of Sighs, coming to an abrupt halt in midair.
Dai Mubai's eyes flew open, his golden pupils instantly shrinking to pinpricks.
He saw a shocking scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
That terrifying giant hammer, deeply contaminated by Shadow Spore,