But this wasn't just a drop of water, it was a whole basin. To completely evaporate it would require the Jackalwere King's considerable energy and utmost concentration.
Yet he was surrounded by enemies.
By the time he had completely dissolved this strange power, the Father of Combat was already close at hand, his size in no way inferior, wielding an axe with both hands aimed at him with a powerful cleave.
The Jackalwere King didn't have time to defend. All he could do was muster all his Berserk Divine Power into his hands to block in front of him.
Crack!
The Father's axe wasn't something easily withstood.
His Divine Position was Physical Power; not only had he honed his body to perfection, but his mastery and use of strength had reached an astonishing level.
Just like a skilled butcher dismembers a cow.
He not only severed the Jackalwere King's right arm at the elbow but cut into his chest without losing momentum.
