"This character holds no weapons, no slaughter."
"Only three millstones."
"Every swing of your axe, every ball of killing intent you throw, will be ground to powder once it enters my millstones."
"My Haoran Righteous Qi isn't meant to smash you. It's meant to grind you down."
"The thicker the killing intent on you, the more will be ground away."
After hearing this, Lang Tu abruptly split his grayish-brown muzzle wide, forcing a harsh sneer through two rows of sharp teeth.
"Grind?"
"Let's see how many pounds of flesh those lousy millstones of yours can grind off me!"
He stamped his right foot hard against the ground, charging straight into the front of the battle formation like a frenzied beast.
He no longer hacked at the wheels of light with his axe, but drove his entire shoulder and back against them instead.
His left and right claws seized the battle formation's outer wheel of light at the same time.
Five sharp hooks dug firmly into the gaps between the character's angular strokes. Then he exerted a sudden burst of strength, forcibly tearing the wheel of light apart with his own flesh and blood.
He tore a crack in the wheel of light.
But the counterrotating toothed rings in the middle layer surged forward the instant the crack appeared, biting into his shoulders and back.
The Haoran Righteous Qi on the toothed rings scorched the fur on his back, and a burnt smell spread through the air.
Lang Tu felt the pain but refused to let go. Gritting his teeth, he kept tearing, widening the crack by another inch.
The inner disc was exposed through the crack he had torn open, its three millstones still spinning madly.
As they spun, the inscriptions on their surfaces released dense, ink-black rays of light