John's expression was grave. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to kill Skybroke before his World-in-Hand was destroyed.
Reluctantly, he had no choice but to cease his attack and activate his divine skill, Creation and Destruction, in order to stabilize World-in-Hand.
Skybroke, momentarily given a breather, barely managed to block the incoming sword beams.
All around the ancient tree, the ground was littered with wood chips—broken roots and branches scattered about.
Boom! Boom!
The heart pulsed violently, and a streak of blood appeared on its surface.
Skybroke had failed to block all the sword beams, and he too had been injured.
"Kid, you're truly a waste!" A weathered voice echoed, filled with regret and sorrow.
"Such a precious treasure of the heavens, a means to open up space. If I had your power, I would already be a Creator God. You are nothing but a useless fool!" he scoffed angrily.
