Sun Wukong's One-Strike Power

Chapter 816: Sun Wukong's One-Strike Power

Snowflakes drifted as the north wind howled.

Heaven and earth lay vast and desolate.

This was the scene the Artifact Wielders beheld at that very moment.

The man who emerged from the black cocoon carried a terrifying aura that made people shudder, ready to drag everyone into the vortex of war.

The aura of clashing weapons and charging warhorses boiled over, bringing death and destruction.

Then, accompanied by a cry of "Take a strike from Old Sun!", a figure that was neither tall nor imposing—in fact, rather slight—descended from the sky and brought his staff down.

That terrifying man died just like that.

One blow reduced him to a spray of black blood and gore.

Afterward, the densely packed extraterrestrial demons surrounding them shattered one after another. Vast amounts of grayish-white fragments drifted down from the sky like a heavy snowfall.

The bleak, cold wind blew.

It created a scene of snow drifting for thousands of miles.

"Couldn't even take a hit."

Sun Wukong shrank the Golden Cudgel and tossed it behind his ear, shaking his head with immense smugness.

To be honest, that strike had not been Sun Wukong's strength alone; it also contained part of Tang Luo's power.

After taking the Golden Cudgel, Sun Wukong had ridden the momentum and unleashed that power along with his own.

After all, he only had the power for "one strike," so naturally he wanted it to be as satisfying as possible.

He had not expected to kill his opponent with a single blow.

Poor War was absolutely no weakling. Since entering the God and Demon Game, the number of opponents Tang Luo had encountered who were stronger than him could be counted on one hand.

His strength far surpassed Cainst's.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Sun