"Shift the stars, sweep away everything."

Li Ye charged forward with his hammer, raising his bulging, muscular arm and swinging the rusted iron hammer. The sound of it cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

The tail of the hammer trailed with a brilliant afterimage, and as it descended, it seemed as if countless hammers followed, shattering the starry river like a chain breaking in two.

"Power of Imprisonment."