Full-Power Strike

This strike contained every ounce of Shadow Brake's strength.

Time and space seemed to freeze.

There was no howl of air being torn apart, only faint ripples spreading outward, like a sharp knife slicing into water.

Yet there was no water here—only air.

This was speed taken to the extreme, sharpness taken to the extreme.

As long as it hit, Shadow Brake had every confidence that even the terrifying Great Immortal Green Ox would meet the end of head severed from body.

Not just him—even a Western deity standing here would have to die.

The circular blade's edge was unmatched in the lower realm.

This was Shadow Brake's greatest reliance in attack power, and one of its greatest sources of confidence.

Shadow Brake's heartbeat leaped to its peak. Hot blood surged through its body, and its eyes reddened.

Success or failure rested on this one blow.

"Whoosh~" The next moment, an exceedingly faint sound rang out, and at the same time, the circular blade sent back clear feedback of resistance.

It hit!

And it had cut in!

Shadow Brake was overjoyed. An overwhelming joy at having survived a calamity welled up in its heart.

Yet the next moment, when its eyes made out what it had struck—

As violently as that joy had come, so too did the terror.

The circular blade had indeed cut something, but it was not Great Immortal Green Ox. It was a pitch-black iron rack, coated in grease and all manner of soot, with plenty of grilled meat even spread across it.

It was, astonishingly, Great Immortal Green Ox's barbecue grill.

The Great Immortal Green Ox who had been lounging in the Tiger Skin Armchair only a moment ago had instantly turned into a barbecue grill?

After the razor-sharp circular blade sliced the grill in