The sky turned dark.
The entire horizon had been split under the pressure of the four commanders' mana, and thousands of sacred arrays were stretched like massive chains among the clouds.
The winds no longer flowed normally; every wave of air had been weighed down by the pressure of endless laws and auras, making even breathing difficult for ordinary soldiers.
But at the center of that hell, Daniel still stood calmly.
His hair swayed in the winds, and behind him, the tree's massive roots like sleeping dragons covered the entire ground.
The golden fruit pulsed quietly, each beat like the sound of a heart beating in the depths of the world.
And then, the four commanders moved simultaneously. Since one of them was not enough to defeat this monster, they all attacked together.
Varkas was the first. A massive roar shook the sky, and his half-dragon body fell through the clouds like a black meteor.
