Ding!
Such was the crisp sound.
Perhaps slightly louder than a needle dropping to the ground.
Jiang Wang tightly grasped his sword, yet could not move it even a fraction lower.
Sharp teeth intersected, reflecting the cold edge.
The Disaster Fighting King Beast twisted its head at an imperceptible speed and precisely bit the tip of the sword, coldly staring at Jiang Wang.
That strand of frosty white wind was also halted beyond the ghostly light on its teeth.
In that moment, it seemed that the speed at which Jiang Wang wielded his sword to pierce the skull became slow, increasingly slow, then abruptly stopped.
Once focused, the Disaster Fighting King Beast constantly displayed overwhelming power.
Having crossed "God Arrives" is close to becoming a deity!
Longing was like a touch of frost, frozen in the air, connecting the Disaster Fighting King Beast and Jiang Wang, who loomed above.
Sadly, one high up is like a feather, while the one below is akin to a mountain.
