He had never experienced anything so astonishing.
It was as though he had become one with the world.
The movements of the sun, moon, and stars surged like blood through veins. The breath in his lungs had become a storm. A murmured word falling from the clouds became thunder.
With every beat of his heart came the distant, vast sound of tides.
Resonance from the Great Arcanum ceaselessly bestowed this power upon him, exquisitely maintaining it just beneath a limit Huai Shi had never imagined, infinitely amplifying his destructive power.
Now, the performance of heaven and earth rested upon his strings.
The resonance of the whole world gathered between his five fingers!
It exploded with a roar!
Huai Shi vanished from where he stood without warning. Only a blinding gleam of iron tore through the void, leaving behind a searing trail like a meteor.
Straight ahead.
Right before the Wheel of the Winged Serpent, it erupted!
Woodman's figure flickered, and he appeared in midair with a grim expression. Longinus hummed in his hand. Faced with this blow, he discovered that he absolutely could not block it head-on!
Otherwise, even his soul might be injured!
"How does it feel now that the times have changed, Mr. Woodman?"
From the depression in the ground, Huai Shi raised his head and asked curiously, "Are you feeling very disappointed?"
In his hand, the blade had been ravaged by that terrifying force and was already falling apart. Cracks spread upward, crawling along his arm and onto his neck and face.
Yet with a casual movement from Huai Shi, flowing iron light emerged from the countless cracks, swiftly knitting them together, drawing them closed, and making them disappear.
He instantly converted the injured areas into Source Matter, then reconstructed them, completely healing the flesh and bones