Looking at the enormous Demon Samurai, Cheng Yu finally got a taste of how Kadrian had felt back then. Yes, this gigantic Demon Samurai was nearly as large as the Iron Throne.
It might have been a size smaller, but to a human, there was little difference between over a thousand meters and two thousand meters.
The gigantic Demon Samurai drew a blade hundreds of meters long and brought it down on Cheng Yu.
The wind pressure from the massive blade sent Cheng Yu's tailcoat snapping wildly. He looked up at the descending strike, which felt like the sky itself was collapsing.
Cheng Yu, who was recovering his health, had no intention of dodging. After all, if his opponent could break through the Pure White Emissary's defenses, what was the point of playing anymore? He might as well die early, reload back to the boss's side, report on his recent work, and quietly make life difficult for this bastard.
Whoosh-BOOM!!!
The intense wind pressure carved a long scar into the ground, except for a single "spot."
That "spot" was where Cheng Yu stood. Looking at the blade, which was still several dozen centimeters away yet filled his entire field of vision, Cheng Yu couldn't help marveling. No wonder so many people were afraid of enormous objects.
The sheer pressure was overwhelming.
The gigantic Demon Samurai discovered that no matter what he did, he couldn't press his blade down any farther. Something seemed to be holding it up, preventing it from advancing even half a meter.
After lifting his enormous blade, the Demon Samurai saw the same figure dressed entirely in white, still standing calmly in place. Amid the long scar carved into the ground, only the area around that figure remained completely untouched.
Refusing to accept it, the Demon Samurai