Ray struck with his palm in a knife-hand position, a faint illusion of a sword appearing in his grasp.
The air itself didn't just tremble—it seemed to tear under the sharpness of his attack.
As Ray's knife-hand collided with the green beam of light, the entire beam split in half, severed precisely where his strike had landed.
The force of the palm strike was unstoppable, its momentum growing even stronger as it slammed into the massive turtle without hesitation.
Shing!
The sound of a sword echoed in the air as Ray frowned, watching the enraged turtle.
"It's quite sturdy."
Ray flew into the sky just as a vine sprouted from the ground, nearly ensnaring him in its grasp.
"Hmm?" Ray glanced at the massive turtle, its bloodshot eyes glaring back at him, then down at the ground where numerous vines grew like veins.
"It can't exert much power and has to stay stationary, but it really shouldn't be underestimated."
