In his final, paralyzed thoughts, the black robed man realized the true horror of what was happening.
This was not an illusion, not a technique born from Qi or illusory arts. This was sheer will, a wrath so deep that even his own soul was being suppressed beneath it.
Han Yu let out a guttural roar and twisted.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
There was a sickening sound... a wet, violent crack.
KACHA
RIP
Blood sprayed across the ground as Han Yu ripped the man's head off!
It did not come off cleanly; flesh tore unevenly, tendons snapped, and bone splintered. The body convulsed once before falling limp, collapsing into the dirt with a dull thud.
Han Yu stood there, panting, his hands trembling as they dripped with the man's blood.
His eyes lost their glow, the purple fading back into dull brown. The fury that had driven him moments ago began to drain away, leaving only exhaustion behind. His chest rose and fell in heavy bursts, each breath rasping painfully through his throat.
