Before Anark could even understand what was happening, he saw a hand moving toward him.
At first it seemed insignificant—a simple strike, a small palm with barely enough power to cause meaningful damage.
But the moment the hand reached him, everything changed.
The True Primordial of the Void suddenly felt as if hundreds of massive, shadowy palms were striking him from every direction at the same time. Each blow carried crushing force, and together they formed a terrifying barrage that slammed into him with overwhelming power.
Anark was blasted into the sky instantly.
Blood burst from his mouth as his body shot upward like a meteor thrown into the heavens.
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to regain control before the momentum could carry him too far. Twisting his body in midair, he redirected the energy rushing through him and turned around.
Without hesitation, he threw a punch with every ounce of strength he could muster.
