Chapter 181 : In That Case, I Have No Choice But To Ask You To Die!
"It seems that we need to be more careful this time."
Finn thought silently, his expression grim. The energy before him was unlike anything he had encountered before—far more powerful, chaotic, and destructive. It pulsed with a resonance similar to the raw magic found at the outer edges of the Dark Dimension. This wasn't just dangerous energy; it was the kind of force capable of unraveling the fabric of reality itself.
He wasted no time. As the colossal sphere of energy rocketed toward him at blinding speed, Finn raised the Sword of the Emperor of Vishanti. Forged from the mystic core of Kamar-Taj and sanctified by remnants of the Living Tribunal's cosmic authority, the sword radiated an ethereal brilliance. He swung it gently but with precise, lethal intent.
The sword light resembled falling snow—elegant, silent, yet brimming with fatal power. It tore across the sky like a strip of white flame.
There were no unnecessary theatrics, no superfluous motion—only raw force, will, and momentum. The blade cut through the air, releasing shockwaves that bent the laws of space and time around it.
In an instant, the two forces collided.
The sword energy met the demonic sphere head-on. For a moment, it seemed the two would merge, but this was no fusion—it was a brutal standoff. Neither force would yield. The collision created a massive deadlock of magic and demonic energy. The sheer pressure threatened to shatter the dimension they fought in.
Time itself seemed to still.
Cracks of distortion spiderwebbed through the air. The opposing energies resisted each other violently, fluctuating in intensity until they seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Finn seized the moment.
Swinging his sword with explosive force, he roared, "Let this place be reduced to ash!"