Fuel up, 358!

"Boom!" The cudgel fell, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

The cement ground cracked inch by inch, the fissures spreading rapidly like a spider's web.

The abandoned factory, already riddled with holes, finally collapsed under this strike, the building's main body losing its load-bearing beams and crashing down. Huge stones fell like a colorful rain, leaving everyone still inside covered in dust and grime.

Including those Bloodletting Vampires, including the players fighting them...

Everything shattered with a loud bang.

The crimson demon sword was smashed by the cudgel, its blade shattering and scattering but then turning into nothingness.

Even if visually separated, the demon sword and the demon's essence are part of the same concept; a disadvantage in battle would manifest in a more tangible form.

And the damage to the sword was a representation of the wounds on the demon itself.

[Your attack inflicted 392 points of blunt damage to the target.]