Max's expression remained calm.
Then he flicked his finger.
A tiny burst of condensed draconic force shot forward.
It did not look grand.
It did not look like a divine ability.
It was only a finger flick.
But the moment that force struck Arnold's axe, the huge demonic weapon exploded.
Crack!
The first sound was small.
Then countless cracks spread across the axe.
In the next instant, the entire weapon shattered into fragments, and the condensed force did not slow down at all. It passed through the broken axe, struck Arnold's chest, and pierced through him with irresistible power.
Arnold's eyes widened.
His roar stopped.
His massive body froze in place.
For a single breath, he seemed unable to understand what had happened. Then his chest cracked open with golden-black light, and his entire body began breaking apart from the point of impact. The cracks spread across his armor, his muscles, his horns, and his face, and before he could scream, his body shattered completely.
