VMMM—!
The air tore open with a thunderous pulse, rippling outward in concentric waves.
A moment later, the Sky Citadel army surged into view, emerging from the light in tight formation, their killing intent rolling in like a tide.
At the head stood their commander.
He had wings—scaled, draconic, gleaming with a metallic sheen—and his presence was so immense it felt like the very energy of the battlefield bent toward him, siphoned into his orbit.
A 24-Tier powerhouse, early stage.
Behind him, the Sky Citadel soldiers bristled with raw strength, their faces hard, their bodies radiating power. Each one had clearly undergone bloodline enhancement—these weren't ordinary troops. They were bred for war.
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
No hesitation. His power surged outward in a sudden burst, and orbs of energy began to condense in the air around him, forming with blinding speed.
Then he flicked his hand.
The orbs shot forward like a sudden downpour.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM—!
