Instead, it was like a high-concentration stimulant, fully unleashing the feral instincts buried within him.
After several rounds of intense clashes, he had roughly gauged the opponent's trump cards.
The blood-colored pupil on the forehead was indeed strange, capable of absorbing and redirecting physical impact like a black hole.
But the law of conservation of energy applies everywhere, and such redirection clearly has a processing limit.
Earlier, during the continuous high-intensity explosions and pursuit, Ghost Scythe's evasive maneuvers were noticeably a beat slower.
Evidently, controlling those Floating Thunder while also managing the "Evil Eye" to transfer damage imposed a heavy mental load on him.
"In that case..."
A gleam flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.
Then I'll hit you until you completely overload, until that eye can no longer turn.
"Boom——"
The figures of the two kept colliding, falling within the ruinous building.
