As the Oak Axe in Lin Yun's hands shone with dazzling light, the figure before him, which looked like nothing more than a scrap of cloth, seemed to become somewhat insubstantial. Even so, Lin Yun still aimed with incredible precision before bringing the axe down hard on him.
"60D6+40D8+2D6+22+5+100+3=668."
Since Mythic Power Attack also doubled according to Lin Yun's critical multiplier, the original +20 bonus had suddenly become +100.
Then, because of the Critical Hit effect in the Fighter path, all of Lin Yun's weapon damage dice were maximized.
Thus, 60D6 was calculated as 360...
Lin Yun's heavy blow pierced straight through the figure that looked like a piece of cloth, cleaving it in two.
The enormous force then crashed directly into the ground.
A crack-like thing was carved out by Lin Yun's swing, exploding across the ground and almost causing him to step into empty air.
However, Lin Yun looked toward the other side.
"Tsk, although there's no rule saying that has to be the head, that was my favorite mask." Like an anti-Newtonian fluid, the figure swam out from beside Lin Yun's Oak Axe, then used two cloth-like tendrils to pick up the mask that Lin Yun had split in two with a single blow.
It was possible to see that, on the part of this scrap-of-cloth-like figure that was "possibly" its head, there were somewhat blurry facial features.
Without a doubt, although Lin Yun's previous strike had landed on its "head," the head clearly was not its weakness. In other words, Lin Yun's critical hit had not actually been unleashed in full.
Indeed, most of the power that had erupted had struck the ground directly.
Almost at the same time, the mask shattered, turning into a pile of fragments.
"Forget it, I don't feel like fighting anymore.