"Cutting!"
Satan's voice rang out. In an instant, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space around Ben Hong, as though it had been carved apart by innumerable blades. Everything within the range of this "Cutting" power would be split asunder.
Ben Hong's entire body turned into a wisp of black mist. No matter how sharp the blades or swords, they could not cut through intangible smoke.
Satan frowned, recognizing it as a secret Disaster power technique fused with the power of the destruction source. It looked like nothing more than a simple cloud of smoke, yet every attack that drew near it was evaded in a peculiar manner.
Her command of this Disaster power was by no means inferior to Sariel, who had studied Disaster power for years. Though it lacked the terrifying offensive might of the Disaster Seven Chapters, it was an equally profound defensive secret technique.
How long had it been since Ben Hong killed Sariel? And she had already integrated Disaster power to such a realm!
The sharpness in Satan's eyes surged. "Collapse!"
The divided space twisted and caved in once more, yet it still had no effect on Ben Hong's mist-like form. However, Satan had never intended for "Collapse" to destroy Ben Hong's defenses. He was using this destructive attack to force her to maintain her defensive state. Then, Satan raised his right hand high toward the sky, spreading his five fingers. Pillars of light streamed down from the crimson clouds overhead, like sunlight piercing through the clouds.
Yet those clouds, which seemed to contain flames, cast an azure radiance instead, emanating an icy chill utterly opposed to fire, like cold light reflected from a shadowy glacier.
Satan's raised hand became the center of every beam of light. His frigid voice echoed throughout the arena. "My