Chapter 991

After ensuring that Lilly was stabilized, Leo turned to find Fenrir pushing himself upright.

It wasn’t that the mage was physically broken beyond repair; rather, his mana reserves had been entirely drained.

Now, with his arm mended, he could finally move with his usual grace.

Walking forward, he regrouped with Leo and Lilly.

The archer was barely able to keep her eyelids from fluttering shut, yet she managed to fix her gaze on the cataclysmic duel occurring in the distance.

Swirling Ki toward their eyes, the trio obtained a crystal-clear visual of the combat, as if they were standing mere inches from the fighters.

The violent shockwaves from Gunther versus Ortiz and Grey versus Devan rippled through the air, repeatedly rattling the very walls they stood upon.

Those soldiers who had been positioned too close to the epicenter had long since retreated to grant the powerhouses the vast space they required.

The Primordial-ranked beast Devan had utilized as a mount remained rooted in the same spot, an immovable monolith.

The surrounding shockwaves were unable to even nudge its massive frame.

Thalos kept one eye fixed on Grey’s struggle while the other remained locked on the dormant beast.

His mind raced, calculating and seeking any possible vulnerability to topple a creature as vast as a mountain.

Noir, currently in his unassuming pup-like form, moved through the ranks of the Dawn forces.

His eyes scanned the environment, watching for any enemy foolish enough to attempt a treacherous maneuver.

He had been poised to strike when Grey slid into the enemy encampment earlier, noticing the subtle twitches in the soldiers’ limbs that signaled an impending lunge.

However, he had stood down once he witnessed the wind swords manifest and harvest their heads.

’It seems he truly has eyes everywhere,’ Noir mused.

That was when Grey had made the audacious decision to "even out" the playing field against Devan.

High above, Han and Dan refused to divert their attention for even a second.

"Is it just me, or does the Supreme Magus keep glancing in our direction?" Han questioned.

He couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that prickled his skin every time the warrior mage looked toward the firmament.

Grey’s line of sight seemed consistently directed their way, despite the fact they were tucked behind dense clouds with their auras so tightly suppressed that no one should have been capable of noticing them.

Dan lifted a skeptical brow.

"That shouldn’t be possible. Our presence is perfectly masked. No one on this field should know we are here; you must be imagining things."

Han shook his head lightly, the intuition still gnawing at his gut.

’... I doubt I was. This warrior is unlike anyone I have ever encountered. He moves differently, and his instincts have been proven right multiple times throughout this engagement. He is not someone to be underestimated.’

Then, the true shock hit!

The Supreme Magus had essentially handicapped himself under the guise of fairness.

They had all initially thought him mad as the heavens darkened with a predatory gloom.

They watched as the combatants clashed with a vigor that threatened to unmake the terrain.

Then, the sky screamed like an awakened beast.

Every eye looked up to see an enormous pillar of lightning shrieking downward, only for it to freeze mid-descent as if time itself had been paused.

Such a feat seemed impossible, as the other fighters were still moving freely.

Even Fenrir’s brows knit in confusion.

’He can halt his own elemental attack mid-launch? Wait... has he already manifested a domain?’

That was when the chilling truth was revealed: it was a masterpiece of a feint.

Everyone, including Devan, had fallen for the distraction.

By the time Devan could snap his gaze back down, his chest had been torn open by Clara.

Blood gushed out in a macabre display as the leader staggered backward, his body wracked by sudden, tremendous agony.

Reeling from the blow, Devan’s face was flushed with genuine, unfiltered disbelief.

He touched his chest, grimacing as the wound stung with the lingering heat of lightning.

Lifting his hand, he stared at the crimson smeared across his palm.

Looking back toward his opponent, he found Grey grinning like a madman.

Clara was dripping with blood.

... Devan’s blood.

Lifting the blade and pointing it forward, Grey angled his head to the side with a chilling nonchalance.

"I didn’t want Clara to taste the blood of just anyone; I intended her for the Otherworlders. However, I don’t mind her drinking the life of anybody foolish enough to stand in my path."

He swung the sword to the side, and the blood splattered against the parched earth with a wet, heavy sound.

"... You would have lived if you had just stayed in your lane. But no! You wanted to just mess with me. Every damned person just wants to mess with me. Why?! What have I ever taken from you bastards that you always want to wage war against me?!"

As he spoke, anger was beginning to build up in him.

It wasn’t only him, Devan was beginning to fume with an anger that couldn’t be contained.

If it was possible, his head would have been oozing with smoke at the moment.

"You shouldn’t have," Devan spoke softly almost like a whisper.

Then, the blood rolling down his chest stopped.

From the gash on his chest, the blood spread all around his body.

Energy began flooding the man’s body as the ground began shuddering tremendously.

Infact,the whole earth was trembling it felt like a massive earthquake was coming.

Everybody were losing their footing. Staggering like a bunch of drunkards.

Even Gunther and Ortiz who had been so engrossed in their battle and hadn’t noticed what was going on earlier, paused immediately.

The ground shaking under their weight.

Devan’s body was now turning a shade of crimson.

Cracks appearing on the ground beneath his feet.

Grey was confused by what was going on.

Ortiz slowly turned around to look at his leader’s crimson body.

His eyes turning a pair of obsidian.

Muscles bulging increduosly that it almost looked like he was a sculpted statue.

Slowly, he was rising above the ground.

That wasn’t right, his feet was still grounded.

Grey’s pupils dilated as he was inclining his head towards the sky slowly to see Devan increasing in height.

The man’s skin was now a deep crimson. The gash on his chest closed tight as if it never existed.

Within a minute, Devan was now as tall as a tree.

Ortiz frowned.

"Crap. Devan’s special ki technique. They are all fucked."