In front of them, the figure as diminutive as an ant, emaciated, lightly waved a palm, causing the entire island of Japan to split apart.
A long crack, running straight down the middle, split Japan into two.
Before they could recover their wits.
Wu Xia accelerated, his hands moving chaotically through the air as if he was cutting fruit.
Sharp blades streaked through the air toward the ground again, thoroughly slicing the hard, thick rock of the island into pieces.
This was a place that not even an eight-magnitude earthquake could destroy, yet it was cut like thin paper?
"How... how is this possible?"
"How did he suddenly become so powerful?"
Orochi widened its serpentine eyes, particularly the seven aggressive heads, which were so scared that they hid behind the others.
If those blades were to hit them, they were certain they would be split in two.
