That sound was like a switch being flipped.
CRASH!!!
The top half of the thick alloy block slid forward a short distance along a perfectly straight, white line so fine it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Only then did it lose its support and come crashing to the ground. The severed surface was as smooth as a mirror, gleaming with the luster of metal that had been instantly melted by extreme heat and then solidified.
That white line—the mark left by the Shadow-Stealing Form—had already vanished after slicing through the target, as if its existence was only for the end result of "penetration," without any care for a showy process.
Li Wen held his post-strike stance, panting lightly.
His Spiritual Power felt completely drained, leaving a dull, empty ache in his sea of consciousness. His entire body throbbed with a dense, searing pain from being pushed beyond its limits.
