CHAPTER 885
Stretching endlessly across the terrain where the brutal battle was unfolding, the darkened clouds from earlier instantly dispersed, revealing an enormous, shimmering fist made of pure Ki.
The width of the spectral limb extended as far as the eyes could see, dominating the horizon.
One could almost fail to call it a simple fist, as the base spanned several meters, glowing with a deadly, pulsating yellow energy that seemed to hum with the power of a collapsing star.
The fist exuded a crushing force that leveled the surrounding terrain, reducing the jagged rocks and dry earth to a giant, smooth-bottomed crater that littered the area with pulverized stone.
Thalos was now forced onto his knees, the sturdy mound he had been sitting on earlier having shattered to pieces under the peripheral weight of the technique.
Grey was being pressed deeper and deeper into the suffocating ground as sickening cracking sounds filled the air.
