A Sword Through the Throat

At some point, the wind had stilled. The clouds in the sky had ceased to drift, as if frozen solid, becoming part of a landscape painting. Below, the waves froze as they surged hundreds of meters into the air, droplets of spray suspended above their crests.

Heaven and earth were silent; all things lay still.

Obsidian King's eyes shot out black beams devoid of all emotion. Space twisted as he leaped into the air. As he rose higher, his Momentum climbed as well, an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth spreading outward.

"Heaven-Burning Annihilation!"

Momentum had its limits. When his Momentum could rise no further, Obsidian King struck. His left hand braced his right arm as he spread the five fingers of his right hand and fiercely slapped toward Ye Chen, more than ten miles away. This palm strike directly locked down the entire stretch of sky where Ye Chen stood.

Ye Chen discovered in surprise that the surrounding space was twisting violently. Forget dodging—even advancing was impossible. Obsidian King's Heaven-Burning Annihilation had nearly reached the point of shattering the void. Though it contained no Space Profundity, its destructive power was incomparably terrifying.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Something even more terrifying happened. Countless fireballs were born within this space. They varied in size; the smallest were only fist-sized and dark red, while the largest were as large as houses, their crimson color nearly black. Hundreds and thousands of fireballs surrounded Ye Chen, then began exploding madly.

At the center of the explosions, Ye Chen could sense that even the smallest fireballs possessed enough destructive power to severely wound an ordinary Spirit Sea Realm master. Even Half-Step Kings had to retreat three paces before the largest ones. With hundreds and thousands of fireballs exploding at once, their power