Lightning Pierce was not his specialty, but it was indeed his strongest attack. Dole daring to take a Lightning Pierce head-on had completely taken Qikakefu by surprise.
Taking advantage of his injured arm, he had to beat the drowning dog while it was down.
In truth, he was not feeling well either. Dole's scythe strike had been exceedingly restrained in power. Although lightning restrained death and all manner of curses, Dole's intention had not been to wield the power of death, but pure, unadulterated force. That blow had nearly made him lose his hold; even now, his blood and energy were roiling.
But the other side was worse off. He had to go up and finish him.
A gray figure fell from the sky, then transformed into a streak of lightning once more and shot fiercely back into the heavens.
Up in the sky, Dole was somewhat stunned as well. Qikakefu's attack had been even fiercer than Sorov's, its power more concentrated. A sliver of a spatial crack had just appeared where the two of them were.
Though it was only a sliver of a spatial crack, Dole thought of many things.
The world was growing, and space was becoming increasingly stable. If this had happened a few years ago, the collision between the two of them would have shattered space long ago.
The world was growing. That was a good thing.
His body abruptly halted in the air, slowing down. His right arm grew back directly, and the death power flowing across his body gathered once again. A scythe a thousand meters long formed anew. He had been careless just now and had not used enough power. Now that he knew the upper limit of space had increased, he definitely would not be like before this time.
His heart