"Krak Krak Krak—"
The Loathsome General flung out his hook-chain, then, using the force of the hook-chain, he pulled himself forward, flying toward the mountainous Ice Burial Duke.
The entire process sounds complicated, but in reality, it happened in an instant.
No matter the speed of the hook-chain flying out, or the speed of the Loathsome General flying toward his target, both exceeded common logic.
The resistance of the air and the energy tides seemed non-existent, as if the lengthy space had folded and shortened.
By the time the Loathsome General flew near the massive head of the Ice Burial Duke, behind him, the shattering ice crystal claws, chunks of irregular ice crystals began to fly outward.
The Loathsome General extended his remaining arm.
Dark fog entangled.
Like black bandages, it wound around his huge fist, extending over his wrist.
"Death... Punch!"
Boom—!!!
The power of the Death Concept spread, fanning out in all directions.