Back at the Battlefield, outskirts of the Imperial City;
The endless battlefield trembled under the crushing weight of Gravity Dome.
Thousands of undead remained pinned to the ground, their bones creaking under the invisible pressure. Yet despite being trapped, two figures continued to resist with terrifying determination.
Juren's Zheng form had its five tails spread wide, each one crackling with increasingly violent lightning.
The air around him warped as he drew in spiritual energy from the surroundings.
He was no longer trying to break free through brute force. Instead, he was gathering the energy to unleash an attack meant to tear through everything in its path.
Beside him, Tiamat's enormous body also shifted at the same time. Her golden eyes glowed with cold fury as she channeled dark mana into her jaws.
The air twisted violently around her as a sphere of pure destruction began to form. She wasn't aiming randomly.
