Clearing the Level

At such a level of fist intent, it undoubtedly surpassed Zhao Cheng's current realm. If he had not been wielding the Super-Dimensional Sword, the boundless collective will of all living beings would likely have shaken his resolve in an instant.

It was not that his will lacked firmness. Having come this far, his will had already become powerful beyond mortal imagination.

Yet even so, when faced with the combined spiritual force of an entire civilization's history and its countless living beings, coupled with the dark power's own strange demonic energy, an individual's will was incomparably frail before such a mental onslaught.

But the Super-Dimensional sword realm upheld by starfire changed all that. Though all living beings stood high and darkness was mighty, neither had ultimately transcended dimensions!

In the super-dimensional realm, the masses were no more than ants; the unity of all beings was no more than an illusion. So long as one's power was great enough, nothing could not be severed, nothing could not be destroyed. With a single slash, even every trace across past and future could be cut away.

More than that, through his present super-dimensional realm, Zhao Cheng actually turned the tables and drew nourishment of Wisdom from the fist intent in which the Dark Demon God had gathered all the powerful figures of an entire civilization.

Bang!

Fist and sword collided. The Dark Demon God's fist was directly cleaved apart, and its body actually retreated atop the river. Its future had originally run out, ending in the Absolute Abyss, yet as it retreated, the river extended in that direction.

However, its hands recovered in the next instant. Its fist being cut apart was merely the outward manifestation of super-dimensional power solidifying into form. At its core, part of the dark power had been completely annihilated