In mid-air, the black light twisted into a dragon and roared through the water, the sky abruptly clearing.
The elongated vacuum bubble vibrated and shrank, the swirling backflow pulling in the flying translucent fragments like crushed jelly-like skin jelly.
The sunset pierced a ten-meter-diameter cavity, casting a golden flare onto the plaza.
Compared to ordinary Demon Beasts, a ten-meter wound appears immense, easily severing the body into two, leading to death and deciding victory or defeat.
However, for the Blue Lid King with an umbrella diameter of over six hundred meters, the wound size was merely a few hundredths of its diameter. Yet, the significance behind this small wound shattered the Pot King's centuries of pride and accumulation, evaporating the carefully constructed moat around its shortcomings.
"Crack."
