When this force reverberated from the pitch-black, an earth-shattering power appeared around that large hand.
This force was not purely physical strength, nor purely rule power, but a mixture born of physical power, combined with rule power, the cold death spirit power, and a sparse hint of vitality.
The power formed by these four forces was instantly fully concentrated, striking towards that large hand.
As soon as the strike landed, the large hand swayed like marsh grass in the wind, constantly shaking, and rising with a whoosh.
The moment a cracking sound came from within this large hand, the bones inside shattered explosively.
Yet, even with the shattering of the hand, no blood appeared; the sound of shattering just echoed, creating an indescribable fluctuation within this galaxy.
This fluctuation just arrived and within the pitch-black world, a bolt of lightning flickered, illuminating the surrounding world transparently.
