The wild boar Varaha's towering tusks pierced the heavens.
The sharp, cold light struck with ferocity, like a bolt through clouds, piercing the void, and hit Jinmu right in the neck.
Jinmu's invincible body, which was believed to be impervious to all harm in the world, was as weak as a baby's at that moment. The skin on his neck caved in instantaneously, tearing apart layer by layer, and with a thunderous boom, blood exploded into the air, turning into a mist of blood that filled the sky.
Rolling sheets of blood rained down from the heavens, staining the Mortal Realm blood-red.
Boom!
The heavy hammer fell and embedded itself in the ground.
Jinmu, his face splattered with blood, looked fierce and pained. With a mighty push, he forced Varaha away, clutched his neck with one hand, and staggered backward, his form shaking.
For the first time, he felt life slipping away!
He was dying!
He could not reconcile himself to this fate!
