The curved blood scythe descended at three times the speed of sound, screaming through the stagnant air of the southern border canyon with enough concentrated spiritual density to cleave the entire cliff in two.
Ye Chen did not raise his arms to parry, nor did he flinch as the razor-sharp edge closed the final fraction of a millimeter toward his jugular.
He tapped into the cold, violet brand newly forged inside his soul marrow, releasing the full energetic flood of the Chaos Void Displacement art directly through his boots.
FZZZZZZT-BOOM!
A colossal detonation of dark violet void energy and golden-emerald primordial flame erupted from the soles of his boots, tearing through the granite ledge in a hundred-yard circular wave.
The spatial energy did not expand outward like an explosion;
