Because the destruction it brings is apocalyptic.
"Ah! Ugh!"
A soft yet painful voice of a woman is heard, signifying that the victory is decided.
Black Impermanence's beautiful wheat-colored body, seemingly able to resist the crushing beauty, is now falling, looking so fragile, like a butterfly that would shatter at a touch.
In fact, Duan Yun feels that the strength of her body far exceeds his imagination.
Because he struck her six hundred and twenty-six times, six hundred and twenty-six, with his sword technique and Swordsmanship, even a bronze statue would have been chopped into molten copper.
Yet this woman's body remains intact, especially those long and straight legs.
You wouldn't believe it, when the sword cut into her body, Duan Yun could feel the flesh and also sense a metallic touch.
But none of that matters now, this woman is destined to die.
With a thud, Black Impermanence has fallen to the ground, her hands and the chains on her ponytails shattered.
