The Right Way to Forecast the Weather
Sorry, you don't pass.
The pinnacle of physical destruction in the present moment, the Internal Organ Critical Hit from the King of Prison Break, had been conveyed to the entire "world" in that instant.
"Reality" trembled, and order crumbled. Everything around us seemed like a malfunctioning digestive system, unable to proclaim "truth" as it had before because the food was too hard to digest.
So I couldn't turn around for you.
Letting the sword behind me pierce my body once more, Fu Qian didn't even spare it a glance. He repeated the exact same movement and struck with another Internal Organ Critical Hit.
"I've learned my lesson."
This time, the visual effect was even more astonishing.
Everything in sight began to perish beneath the Evil God's claws—fracturing, crumbling, withering...
Perfection was desecrated, truth was corrupted, and everything returned to chaos.
Even the mycelium that blotted out the sky overhead was rapidly losing its vitality, breaking apart into tiny fragments that drifted down.
It looked like the world's ashes, and like snow falling in a flurry—see, I told you it would snow.
Fu Qian didn't strike a third time. At last, he rose to admire the magnificent spectacle and drove his sword backward.
As he was struck for the third time, his blade also pierced his attacker's body.
There was no need for a third Internal Organ Critical Hit.
Finally turning around, Fu Qian casually flicked the long sword that had slashed across him, snapping it in two, then gave a slight nod in greeting.
That was right. The Sword God's third attack had grown so weak it could no longer pierce his body.
The terrifying damage, coupled with the four auras constantly ravaging the world, had caused the power sustaining it to rapidly