Handprint, Destruction

Right on the heels of that, the Three-Headed Hellhound appeared. Its three huge, ferocious heads shook, and a black energy burst out of the middle head, which was also condensed by the killing blow. The soft sword, which was originally snow-white like a waterfall, had now turned dark golden. The three-meter-long soft sword shook violently in Beiting Huang's palm. Beiting Huang, who had wanted to release two more Star Spiritual Techniques, was running out of elemental energy, and Ultimate Kill was about to leave his hand. Beiting Huang had to give up on that thought.

"Go!"

With a shout, Beiting Huang let go of the flexible sword and shook her hand on the hilt. A stream of dark golden energy flowed out from the tip of the sword and condensed into a handprint. It slowly grew larger, forming a huge handprint that blocked half of the arena and enveloped the huge ball that was rapidly approaching.