Even if they fortified the fabric of space itself, Souta would tear it apart.
The blessings burning within him granted more than strength—they gave him form-shattering abilities that elevated every movement, every thought, into pure destruction.
It wasn't that easy to lock him down.
Cracks webbed across the air like splintered glass. From each fissure, violent energy erupted, devouring everything it touched. The weaker demons nearest the rifts didn't even have time to scream—they were instantly erased in a flood of chaotic power.
Boom!!
The sky convulsed as Souta collided with the remaining demons, his form blurring between strikes. The clash was so fierce that shockwaves rippled outward in concentric waves, warping the ground below.
In the span of a heartbeat, thousands of blows had already been exchanged.
Then, with a sound like the tearing of reality itself, the spatial structure collapsed.
The battlefield vanished.
Swoosh!!
