Where the fist wind reached, layers of space collapsed.
The figure of the Three Pure Ones Pangu flickered, and the Tai Chi Diagram appeared beneath his feet. Yin Yang rotated, shifting time and space, narrowly avoiding the punch.
But the aftershock of the fist wind still made his Pangu True Body sway, the brilliance on the surface dimming a bit.
"Kill, kill, kill!!"
Ancestor Witch Pangu moved with bold and swift attacks, every strike shaking the Chaos, as if he had transformed into destruction itself. Wind, thunder, water, fire, space, time... various origin powers were at his fingertips, integrated into his axe technique and martial arts.
At times he turned into an overwhelming flood, drowning everything; at times he became a burning flame, incinerating all; at times space sliced silently; at times time halted, freezing his opponent.
His power was so pure, primal, and savage, as if representing the barren force of the universe at its inception when chaos was yet unraveled.
