"Since you beco stronger with ti... then let deliver a strike ant for a giant dragon to you!"
Before entering this passage, Wang Zhifan had obtained key intelligence, and now it seed quite accurate. He was ready to exert his true strength, giving the opponent no chance to rise.
He maneuvered agilely using his lightweight body skill to dodge multiple purple curse light attacks from the large black human head in front of him, while switching the Thunder Dragon Fury in his hand to the Blade of Ti, aiming for maximum attack intensity to quickly resolve the high-defense, high-health enemy before him.
"Should I use my ultimate skill ’Dreamlike Life’? As long as I use Dreamlike, it can instantly kill it..."
Having switched to the highest damage weapon, Wang Zhifan also considered using the strongest move he had cultivated through the Great Dream Saber Scripture. The mont Dreamlike was unleashed, this bizarre large human head would definitely be dood because Dreamlike Life was no ordinary attack thod; sheer toughness and defense couldn’t block it.
"I must be cautious. Dreamlike, as one of my trump cards, consus a lot of energy. If I use it here, I won’t be able to use it again shortly. If I encounter the Dungeon Boss Demon King later, it will be disadvantageous."
Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. In an instant, Wang Zhifan analyzed that he couldn’t recklessly unleash his ultimate move and must first give this large black human head statue a chance to prove itself.
He then decided to use his strongest attack that wasn’t a trump card, which was his most powerful strike perford at full exertion. This attack was originally intended for the dragon he encountered earlier, but now he finally had a worthy test subject.
"Hah..."
Using his lightweight footwork to evade the increasingly dense and explosive purple curse lights in this space, he took a deep breath in a slightly slow rhythm, inflating his chest slightly, and his clothes seed to swell with internal strength, while his aura intensified drastically at an alarming speed as if a star exploded, its brightness increasing thousands of tis in a short mont.
When he circulated all his energy to its limit, all that power instantly converged on the Blade of Ti in his hand. This epic long-blade emitted a dazzling gold-red light, as if it was burning with splendid fireworks, and even the length and width of the blade nearly doubled!
"Slash!!!"
With all the energy gathered, the next step was to fully unleash it. Wang Zhifan slashed down the Blade of Ti vertically, aiming directly at the large human head statue continuously firing purple curse lights.
Logically, with the obvious preparation he made for this attack, even a dull opponent would want to avoid such a fierce blow, but Wang Zhifan observed that the large human head statue in front of him seed unbothered by the impending strike, showing no intention to dodge and continuing to bombard him with an increased number and intensity of curse lights, allowing him to proceed without altering the direction of his earthshattering strike.
In this nearly void space, an almost horrifying scene unfolded at once.
The Blade of Ti unleashed an overwhelmingly large blade glow, comparable to a celestial crescent moon, making its enemy seem insignificant in an instant. Even though the black human head statue was as large as a small mountain, it was overshadowed like a tiny star.
The "crescent moon" crushed the "tiny star," obliterating and smashing through the obstacles in its path with eye-defying speed, filled with the rawest and most exhilarating violence without a hint of stagnation in the process.
Wang Zhifan had excellent vision, and he witnessed his enemy being shattered by his all-out attack, not slashed by the long blade as such, but as if it had been hit head-on by an incomparably massive and weighty iron hamr, smashed to smithereens and leaving no trace of its original form.
Raising the Blade of Ti in his hand once again, he looked ahead where no trace of the enemy remained, waiting for the next change, suspecting that this opponent might have so magical thod to reappear before him, otherwise being vanquished in a single blow seed too lowly.
But two seconds later, his senses detected no presence that could be deed an enemy. Instead, his surroundings gradually resud the appearance of an entrance to a passage, and outside the entrance, there was a bright hall, seemingly empty and devoid of any figures.
"Did I pass just like that?"
At this point, Wang Zhifan had to admit he had overestimated the previous human head statue. It was not as durable as others had claid, being defeated by his all-out strike instantly, without showcasing any special defense chanism.
Feeling a bit speechless, he turned to look back at the entrance from which he ca and found that the far end of his path had turned into a vague void, indicating that this towering structure didn’t want him to return the sa way.
"Well, I wasted all that effort; turns out that big head was just for show. Probably could have dealt with it by casually slashing with the Blade of Ti, wasted all that strength..."
In this mont, not being disappointed was impossible for Wang Zhifan. What he had anticipated was a high-level battle, but it ended with the most trivial of one-hit strikes, making him realize that this so-called pitch-black tower was only formidable relative to other adventurers. For him, it was just a little more than child’s play.
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