The Blood Ghost King let out a thunderous roar, its voice reverberating through the murky swamp like a war drum announcing death. Its rage intensified, and in a blur of crimson motion, it lunged at Max with feral brutality.
Max narrowed his eyes. There was no point holding back now. With a sharp breath, he launched into the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a technique composed of nine devastating moves.
As each form flowed into the next, the air exploded with howling wind and bursting pressure. Blood and sword light collided in all directions, tearing through the darkness.
The very void around them trembled. Columns of black swamp water shot into the sky like geysers as the ground shook under the weight of their clash. Poisonous leeches, grotesque centipedes, and lurking toads hidden in the swamp exploded into gore from the shockwaves, their twisted bodies unable to withstand the might of two terrifying forces locked in combat.
