Chapter 200
"Fool... what do you think you're doing?" Han's voice was devoid of fatigue—no tremble, no weakness. Instead, it carried a heavy weight, brimming with seething anger and suffocating pressure that made the very air around him feel heavier. He hadn't moved from where he sat cross-legged, but the aura he released was enough to make even a confident warrior flinch.
"I can still do this… he should be weakened," the red Vanguard muttered, gripping his weapon tighter. "If I just—"
He stopped cold.
It hit him then.
Not only had Han caught the incoming spear between his fingers effortlessly, but now arcs of violent lightning began crackling around his body. Furious, wild, and untamed—each spark hissed with bloodlust, dancing over his shoulders, wrapping around his arms, and trailing off his back like phantom wings of pure thunder. It was as if a god of lightning had awakened within him, ready to reduce everything in its path to cinders.
