"Thud!"
Having resisted the terrifying might of the Rending Claw for barely a few breaths, its immense pressure directly forced Atai to his knees on the ground. Yet even kneeling on one leg, Atai roared in fury, his frost-fire-burning hands now dripping with blood, emitting a grinding, teeth-grating screech.
That was the sound of Atai's hand bones resisting the Rending Claw. Every grinding sound meant the Rending Claw had pressed his hand bones one step closer to a complete fracture.
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