I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 315: Prison Break

After three heavy strikes, the blood-red color on the surface of the giant hammer in the Sixth Seat's hand receded like a receding tide. "Damn it! The number of uses for the blood hammer is exhausted." The Sixth Seat looked at the densely cracked Boundary-Suppressing Stele before him, unwillingness filling his eyes. "If we had just two more strikes, we definitely could have smashed it…