The Crystal Flower bloomed, but the lake revealed no trace of the spider.
The claim about its destructive power was no exaggeration. The slash had been tiny, and even after missing its target, it hadn't spread any farther.
But it was similar to the Storm Blade on the whale's other head. This judgment wasn't based on mere intuition; there was even a ready-made example right there—
Though it hadn't hit directly, the whale skull had been suspended in the eye socket by that "blood blade." The crystalline cracks that had appeared out of nowhere were so clear they perfectly demonstrated what it meant for an attack to come full circle.
The points of impact were even somewhat similar: one at the eye socket, the other at the nostril.
As for the noncrystalline parts nearby, they seemed to have suffered a terrifying impact in an instant and simply vaporized.
That effect alone seemed to confirm the earlier theory about the supernatural end: the whale's body had blocked the storm, and had become crystallized as a result.
At the same time, it served as proof of Lord Rom's strength. He didn't merely understand something of this place's true nature; he could even guide and control it to a certain extent.
Having saved such a move as a final trump card, surely the King of Prison Break, his target, had nothing left to complain about?
Moving again, Fu Qian leaped back onto the observation platform, landing right beside the blood blade. Only then did he let out a soft sigh, touched by the consideration behind it.
Once he'd concluded that Lord Rom would definitely make a move, he'd been hoping more for the kind of "beyond the rules" technique he'd witnessed back at the wedding hall of the Lone King and the Goddess