"Hmph, If I can defeat you once, I can defeat you twice!"
Randeng sneered defiantly, the black ruler in his hand suddenly enlarging to ten zhang in length, disproportionately huge compared to his stature.
Facing the impending descent of the Sky-covering Giant Hand, he swung the ruler with might.
At the moment the ruler's tip struck the base of the Sky-covering Giant Hand, an unimaginable force shattered the hand capable of covering ten thousand meters of land directly, the resulting explosion whipping up a violent wind that ravaged the entire battlefield, flinging countless Netherworld Soldiers, Demon Soldiers, and warriors into disarray.
The scene was spectacular, mountains shifting, earth shattering, thunderclouds rolling tumultuously as if the sky itself might collapse at any moment.
Tathāgata was also sent flying, his eyes filled with an almost overflowing murderous intent as he looked toward Randeng amidst the dust storm, supremely arrogant.
