A thick, solid blazing-white torrent, like a spear of the gods, burst forth from the sword tip.
It was no longer a simple energy beam, but a pillar of light containing terrifying purification and destructive power. At its core shone an almost golden, deeper and more majestic radiance, as though it carried an absolute will.
The pillar of light instantly tore through the air and struck the calm sea below with unerring precision.
Rather than the expected violent explosion arriving first, that stretch of sea seemed to be savagely pressed down by an invisible giant hand, instantly forming an enormous depression dozens of meters wide.
Before the surrounding seawater could rush back in, it was directly vaporized by indescribable heat and energy, erupting into towering white steam as though countless tons of explosives had detonated.
Only then came the deafening roar, as though it would tear apart the heavens—the terrifying howl of seawater being ripped apart, vaporized,
and blasted away by extreme power.
A golden-white sphere of holy flame frantically expanded within the depression on the sea surface, purifying and annihilating every drop of seawater it touched.
The dissipating shockwave spread rapidly across the sea in a perfect ring, raising a massive wall of waves thousands of meters high that roared into the distance.
The intense radiance dimmed even the sun in the sky. A terrifying hot wind mixed with salty, humid sea vapor rushed toward him, and even high in the air, Duke could feel the lingering force of that destructive power.
A few seconds later, the light at the core finally began to fade, and the roaring was gradually replaced by the tremendous crashing of the waves.
In the directly struck area of sea, a massive hollow briefly appeared. Seawater from all around frantically poured back into it