The Abyss Devours

Golden light blazed all around Chu Ming.

That light surged from within his body like floodwaters bursting through a collapsed dike, spraying out of him and illuminating the entire void.

The radiance was blinding.

So bright that the abyssal creatures pouring forth dissipated in it strand by strand like mist being evaporated.

So bright that the tentacles burned from their tips like straw set alight. So bright that even the Abyss Great Lord involuntarily closed its eyes for an instant. Chu Ming's aura was a hundred times stronger than before.

This was not a quantitative change, but a qualitative transformation.

Like a river becoming an ocean, like a stone becoming a mountain.

The gulf between the peak of the third step and the fourth step was crossed at this moment.

He looked at the fist crashing down.

That punch had already descended to within thirty meters above his head.

The force of the fist whipped his hair into a frenzy and made his robes snap loudly in the wind.

Yet his body did not budge in the slightest, like an ancient pine rooted in stone.

He gave a light tap.

His index finger extended, its tip touching the fist.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, like a butterfly alighting on a flower petal.

Yet with that tap, the fist exploded with a thunderous boom.

Like a bomb whose fuse had been lit, detonating from its center outward.

The flesh of the fist evaporated in the blast, its bones ground into powder.

The shockwave of the explosion spread in every direction, shattering all the oncoming tentacles.

Within the shockwave, those tentacles dispersed strand by strand like smoke scattered by the wind.

The Abyss Great Lord's eyes widened into perfect circles.

The scarlet glow in those eyes dimmed completely in that instant.

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