With a casual stretch of his waist, Flynn seemed like a god casually loosening up in the mortal realm. Effortlessly, he held up the collapsing sky, as if it required no effort at all.
What kind of power was this?
Yet Flynn’s face remained impassive, untouched by the chaos around him. Without hesitation, he swung his sword, beheading two Greengate members in one fluid motion. He turned toward his third target.
The hundred-meter-long iron chain now lay slack, seventy meters of it on the ground. Over eighty headless corpses sprawled lifelessly around him. The stench of blood filled the air, making Flynn appear even more like a demonic deity.
At that moment, Flynn reclaimed his identity as the King of the Underworld. A violent, oppressive aura surged around him, as if the lord of hell itself, cloaked in black smoke, had descended.
The surviving members of Greengate were utterly terrified. Tears streamed down their faces as their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their fear rendering them completely powerless.
There was no way to resist.
Under Flynn’s overwhelming pressure, a force that seemed to reverse the flow of time and turn day into night, they couldn’t even blink.
How could they fight back?
They could only wait to be slaughtered.
“Master, save… save me…”
A Greater Sovereign whimpered weakly, his voice trembling.
Seeing this, Petrin Wilder lost his composure entirely. Madness consumed him, and the heavens seemed to shift in response.
Thunder roared across the void.
“Stop! Stop this at once!”
Petrin Wilder’s face twisted into a monstrous snarl. His fury surged, threatening to sink the very heavens and earth.
Earlier, he had dismissed Lord Valerian Nox as a mere low-level Earthly Sovereign, someone no different from the dozens of Earthly Sovereigns he had crushed before. There was no need for him to use his full strength.
Why would you need a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken?
It wasn’t necessary.
But now, Petrin Wilder took Lord Valerian Nox seriously.
A terrifying energy erupted from him, far more fearsome than before-one hundred times more horrifying.
Around Redcloud Island, a dozen storms suddenly appeared, forming almost instantaneously. Each storm was as large as a mountain, towering high into the sky. They churned the ocean, creating massive whirlpools the size of football fields.
The sea was no longer calm.
Waves as tall as skyscrapers crashed together, colliding, overlapping, and exploding in a chaotic symphony.
The surrounding yachts swayed violently, like dry leaves in a hurricane, dangerously close to capsizing.
It was as if the world itself had lost its order, descending into utter chaos.
Above Petrin Wilder, the clouds swirled into massive vortices, where shadowy forms of rampaging dragons seemed to dance. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the sky darkened as if night had fallen.
The dozen storms connected the heavens and earth, encircling Redcloud Island. For a hundred miles, the sound of thunder reverberated endlessly.
This sea had become a meat grinder, more terrifying than the Bermuda Triangle by a factor of a hundred.
Then came the most shocking sight of all. Petrin Wilder raised a single hand toward the northern mountain.
“Come to me!”
With a crack of thunder that shook the heavens, the iron chain on the northern mountain clattered loudly.
The massive chain began to rise, floating into the air.
The Greengate members trapped on it, like grasshoppers strung together, were lifted from the ground, their feet dangling a foot above the surface.
The onlookers aboard nearby yachts finally understood Petrin Wilder’s plan.
Master Phoenix had become a living magnet, using the power of the heavens and earth to forcefully reclaim his subordinates from Lord Valerian Nox.
Earlier, he had pressed the earth down.
Now, he was lifting it up.
His lift stirred the seas into storms.
His lift caused the great stones of Redcloud Island to lose their weight and float.
His lift shook the very foundations of the island, as if he were about to uproot it entirely.
“My god! This is insane! The entire island is trembling!”
“Look at those massive stones! They’re the size of our yachts, and they’re floating in midair!”
“Yeah, and those storms-each one is a hundred times stronger than the ones Dario Bragg could create! They’re thousands of feet tall! This is beyond human comprehension. Master Phoenix truly is a god!”
Even though the spectators were twenty nautical miles away, they could feel the force of Petrin Wilder’s power. Their yachts had risen several meters above the water.
What kind of overwhelming power was this?
They could imagine that, if this were on land, Master Phoenix could easily lift an entire town.
Layla’s eyes filled with indescribable fear.
She was utterly stunned, her face pale as a sheet, her lips bloodless.
For the first time, she witnessed the pinnacle of cultivation-the kind of power she had only heard of in legends.
Her first thought was how small she was in comparison. Even if celestial beings descended from heaven, Master Phoenix could likely cut them down with ease.
A serious Petrin Wilder was a force of despair.
Lord Valerian Nox had no chance.
He wasn’t yet strong enough to face the true power of Petrin Wilder.
On the deck of a massive ship, Zion Watson smirked coldly.
“Lord Valerian Nox, did you really think that after ten years of waiting, I was relying solely on my father-in-law’s reputation?”
“Did you really believe that your fiery desire for revenge would allow you to surpass me and kill my master?”
“You’re wrong! Before absolute power, no matter how hard you struggle, you’re doomed to die!”
“Revenge? You’re nothing more than a joke!”
On a nearby luxury yacht, Lila frowned as she observed the spectacle of heaven and earth.
“Is this the legendary power to reverse the heavens and earth?”
“But it seems lacking-there’s only violence, no elegance or celestial grace.”
“I wonder if my master will display the true power of reversing the heavens and earth later on.”
She showed no concern for Lord Valerian Nox’s safety. After all, even the Raven King could go toe to toe with Petrin Wilder.
How could her master fail?
Lila was here merely to clean up the aftermath and watch the battle unfold.
She looked forward to seeing how Lord Valerian Nox would kill Master Phoenix.
The surviving Greengate members were overjoyed.
As their bodies rose higher, they extended their arms toward Petrin Wilder in anticipation.
“Master, we’re coming!”
“Kneel!”
But just as everyone thought Petrin Wilder would succeed in reclaiming his subordinates, a voice boomed from the void.
It was as if a celestial being, gazing down from the heavens, had spoken.
The voice was vast.
Clear.
Thunderous.
It shook the very souls of all who heard it.
Then, the most shocking sight of all unfolded.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
A dozen massive tornadoes exploded simultaneously, their immense force unraveling at once. The seawater they had contained crashed back into the ocean, creating deafening impacts.
It was as if a towering giant had poured water straight from the heavens, drenching everything in an apocalyptic deluge.
A white shockwave burst from the northern peak, breaking the sound barrier twice as it spread outward. The air seemed to scream with the roar of a thousand fighter jets.
The shockwave flattened the swirling clouds, leaving them evenly distributed across the sky, as if a massive hand had smoothed them out.
Around Redcloud Island, a ring of colossal waves, over twenty meters tall, surged outward with world-shattering force.
“Steer the ships! Quickly!”
The yachts around the island erupted into chaos. The onlookers screamed in terror as they scrambled to keep their vessels afloat.
But it was futile.
The air pressure from the incoming waves tilted their yachts dangerously. Over a hundred smaller boats capsized instantly, throwing their passengers into the sea.
Before rescue efforts could begin, the twenty-meter wave engulfed them, silencing their cries.
Two hundred more yachts flipped in the aftermath, their hulls facing the sky.
The hired bodyguards-most of them Lesser Sovereigns-fought desperately to save their employers. They managed to drag survivors onto the remaining yachts, but the sea was left in utter disarray.
Amid the chaos, the northern mountain trembled violently.
The surviving Greengate members, crushed by the weight of forces beyond comprehension, fell to their knees. The iron chain pinned them to the ground like nails driven into stone.
They could not move.
They knelt there, like statues, faces blank with shock and disbelief.
When the waves finally receded beyond the horizon, the surviving spectators raised their binoculars, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
“My god, am I dreaming? Did Lord Valerian Nox just cancel out Master Phoenix’s terrifying power with a single word-‘kneel’?”
“Look! Master Phoenix stepped back! He was on the boulder earlier, but now he’s on the ground. Did Lord Valerian Nox’s energy force him back?”
All eyes darted between the northern and southern peaks, filled with unparalleled awe.
That was Master Phoenix.
And twice, he had failed.
The heavens and earth echoed with the sound of collective gasps.