They had no fixed form—sometimes turning into razor claws, sometimes into a giant maw, sometimes into countless wailing faces. The only thing they shared was an aura of extreme madness and destruction as they threw themselves at Saitama, who carried the light!
"Hold them back! Buy time for me and the Guardian!" Doctor Strange shouted. His hands were already moving in rapid seals, golden runes swirling around him. Kmaal the Guardian also immediately began preparing an ancient purification rite, chanting a solemn, flowing incantation.
"Leave it to me." Saitama's reply was simple and firm. He handed the Heart of Pure Light to Kmaal for the moment (the crystal's radiance automatically formed a small protective barrier around the Guardian), then stepped forward and planted himself in the middle of the spiral staircase!
Facing the surging black tide, Saitama took a deep breath, and then—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
No longer single punches—both fists fired at once! A storm of punches instantly blanketed the entire space ahead!
No technique. No flair. Only power and speed distilled to the absolute extreme! Every strike punched out a vacuum, every strike carried the might to pulverize stars!
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!!!
The dense impacts were like countless war drums pounding at the same time! The surging tide of darkness slammed into Saitama's punch wind like it had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs! The dark conglomerates at the very front exploded instantly into scattered black dust, while the ones behind were forcibly suppressed—crushed, torn apart—by the terrifying pressure of his blows!
Saitama's figure became an impassable barricade on the stairs. His fists moved faster than the naked eye could track, forming an absolute domain of force! Any dark creature that tried to approach—whether energy-bodied or semi-material—was shredded into fragments the moment it entered that domain!
Black dust kept bursting apart, then re-forming as the darkness churned behind, only to be pulverized again. Saitama was like a tireless grinder, forcibly holding back the endless black tide at the foot of the stairs! The ground beneath him cracked and sank from the transfer of terrifying force, yet he himself stood as steady as a mountain.
"Hurry up! There are too many!" Saitama's voice came through the explosive roar of dense punch wind. He wasn't struggling—he was just annoyed. These things were endless. They posed no threat to him, but they were as irritating as flies.
Behind him, Doctor Strange and Kmaal were fully focused. Strange traced complex, profound arcane diagrams in the air—golden lines weaving together into the embryonic form of a massive, continuously rotating sealing formation. Kmaal held the Heart of Pure Light high overhead. The ancient chant grew louder and louder, and the crystal's glow intensified, like a small white sun, pouring gentle yet powerful purification energy nonstop into the formation Strange was constructing.
Second by second, time passed. The darkness didn't weaken at all. If anything, the sealing fluctuations only drove it into greater frenzy. The staircase beneath Saitama's feet was already laced with spiderweb cracks, rubble trickling down—but his punching speed and power never dipped, even showing signs of subtly increasing as his irritation rose.
Finally!
"In the name of the Vishanti, with pure light as the catalyst—SEAL!" Doctor Strange roared. He slammed both hands downward—
(End of Chapter)
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