The sword fell.
There were no dazzling light explosions, no deafening roars.
Only a refined red-gold line to the extreme.
Separated from the blade of the giant sword, silently slicing through space.
Where the line passed, strange phenomena occurred.
The first to touch it were the frantically dancing shadow tentacles.
They silently evaporated like snowflakes meeting high heat.
Hundreds and thousands of tentacles vanished cleanly into the air after the red-gold line swept past.
Next, was the terrifying devouring pull.
Centered on the black hole in the palm, the twisting force field extended like a vortex.
But when the red-gold line cut into this force field, the distorted space was forcibly straightened.
The violent suction abruptly stopped.
The black hole itself even began to collapse inward and tremble.
Finally, the red-gold line, at last, reached its target.
The hand of the Demon God, spanning the sky, radiating boundless Demon Might.
