The second slash followed.
Then the third.
The fourth.
The fifth.
Each strike was faster than the last, each one carrying raging flames and explosive force. Every slash was stronger than the one before it, power stacking endlessly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
By the twentieth slash, the power had already surged to three hundred percent. Flames roared like dragons, and explosions shook the sky itself.
Du Penghui was completely overwhelmed.
His body was drenched in blood, riddled with wounds, burned, shattered, and torn apart. Flesh was blasted away, bones cracked and splintered, and his form became barely recognizable.
Boom! Boom!
By the twenty-third, twenty-fourth, and twenty-fifth slashes, Du Penghui had already lost consciousness. His body was mangled beyond recognition, like a blood-soaked corpse suspended in the air.
The twenty-sixth slash.
The twenty-seventh.
The twenty-eighth.
