A bottomless hole appeared on the surface of the celestial body.
Asura watched it indifferently for several seconds, but no further movement came from within.
Based on Mu Fan's combat experience, even Asura's unsheathed strikes were more powerful than the Eight Gates of Hell Realm.
Now, that True Devil God Mecha—Night Demon Bird—had probably been utterly defeated.
"Pathetically weak."
Qi's derisive laugh came from Asura's cockpit.
Then Asura turned around, holding the scabbard horizontally before him in his left hand. His dark crimson eyes continued to gaze at the fleet filling the sky and the four remaining terrifying mecha!
But...
At that very moment, Mu Fan, viewing everything from the third-person perspective, suddenly saw in surprise that black mist had begun to quietly seep from the deep crater blasted into that celestial body.
Yet Asura had already stopped looking in that direction and did not see this scene at all.
Mu Fan desperately wanted to warn him, but he had no body of his own in this world. Other than a sliver of consciousness that allowed him to observe, he had no other abilities.
So he could only watch helplessly as the slowly spreading black mist overflowed from around the hole.
Aga Asura Qi had never been in the habit of pursuing defeated foes, so after delivering that strike, he paid it no further attention.
Asura pressed the joined fingers of his right hand against the black-glowing scabbard, then lightly brushed them outward.
A deep, leaping blood-colored flame ignited along it. He stepped forward, twisted at the waist, and slashed diagonally forward with a backhand stroke.
In an instant, a blood-red crescent-shaped mass of energy streaked forward with a long trailing afterimage.
The thirty-second named blade—Slanting Moon!
That name surfaced with absolute clarity in Mu Fan's mind.
He knew that