SPLATTER!
Dark blood splattered everywhere as White flung the heart in his hand away.
"Now tell me..."
He said.
"Which one of you is ready to die next?"
All eleven Alphanomalous Creatures froze in the air, none of them having enough confidence to step forward.
Emissary Exorus, they had all learned from the past, was individually stronger than each of them, yet they had just watched as his heart was ripped out of his chest.
How would they fare against him?
But while all eleven were hesitant, one Alphanomalous Creature was losing it, and it was none other than the Primordial Werewolf Fruga.
His massive claws elongated as they cleaved through the ground he stood on like butter, his eyes widening at the memory of what had just happened.
He had been swatted away like a fly!
He, the Strongest Werewolf in Existence.
The King of a Race Known for Their Horrifying Brute Power.
He turned his head, his eyes locking onto the sky, where he saw the being who had swatted him away no longer paying him any attention.
That was the final click that broke everything.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!
A terrifying roar that released a sonic wave exploded from his mouth, and in the next moment, he dropped onto all fours before instantly glitching from where he stood.
VROOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The air exploded into a massive shockwave that collapsed entire buildings as Fruga appeared instantly above.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
Both raised claws ripped space apart as they slammed down toward White’s head with overwhelming brute force and terrifying slashing power.
In response, two of White’s hands emerged from within the robe of darkness and reached upward.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion cleared away the clouds for a thousand miles as claw and palm collided, birthing a visible ring of compressed air that raced across the planet’s atmosphere, flattening every remaining cloud in its path.
Mountains hundreds of kilometers away groaned beneath the pressure before their peaks burst apart, while the oceans below rose into walls of water stretching toward the heavens, only to collapse moments later into continent-sized tsunamis.
There was no victory in Fruga’s eyes. Only disbelief.
He remained suspended in the air, pushing downward with all of his power upon his opponent.
Yet his entire weight and strength had been withstood by the being before him without him moving even an inch downward.
That power would have been enough to wipe out an entire Human city, yet his opponent was bearing it without the slightest visible strain, looking back at him with bored eyes.
"Tch... DIIIIIIIIEEEE!"
He roared out in anger, slamming one of his legs toward White.
In response, White pushed Fruga’s claw aside with one hand before using that same arm to shield his body.
The kick connected, managing to send him ten meters backward before he came to a halt.
He turned his hand over and looked at his palm, noticing hot steam escaping from it, though its color remained unchanged.
’As expected of a Primordial Werewolf. It does possess powerful brute force.’
Primordial Werewolf Fruga bent down on all fours once more, preparing to move, when he suddenly paused and turned toward the others behind him.
"What is this to you all? A staring contest!?"
He growled in anger.
Bursting forward, Fruga and White collided once more, wiping away clouds across a radius of miles.
Every exchange of claw and fist detonated like a world-ending catastrophe, shockwaves colliding with one another until the atmosphere resembled a storm of invisible explosions.
The sky darkened beneath the violence as burning debris from distant mountains and cities was hurled upward, only to rain back down across the battlefield.
Fruga’s claw slashed downward toward White, but this time, White shifted his head aside, avoiding the strike before swinging his arm with incredible speed.
The back of his hand smashed into the Primordial Werewolf’s ear, blowing him out of the sky.
He spun, dozens of times before smashing into a skyscraper, reducing to debris then carving open a crater on the ground...again.
But then,
GLITCH!
White’s image glitched, only to be ripped apart in the next millisecond as a pitch-black wing slashed through the afterimage.
It belonged to none other than Vampire Lord Damon whose eyes narrowed as he watched the image fade away.
VROOOOOM!
A ripple came from the side.
He quickly brought both arms together, wrapping himself within his wings, but it was futile.
A pitch-black fist slammed into the wings, piercing a hole through them like a knife through butter.
It struck the Vampire Lord directly in the chest, sending him flying.
But he didn’t fly far before White grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him back.
His other hand moved backward, his fingers taking the shape of a blade as he thrust toward the Vampire Lord’s heart, intending to rip it apart.
But at the very last moment, White suddenly withdrew his hand, crossing both arms before himself instead.
FLIIICCCKERRR!
An incredibly bright flash erupted, and for a single second, all light seemed to vanish from Earth as a pillar of white radiance tore through the world.
It was the fastest White had ever seen anything move, and he barely reacted by raising both arms before his chest.
The attack slammed into him, hurling him backward through a skyscraper and bringing the entire structure down.
His feet dug into the ground in an attempt to stop his momentum, carving a massive trench before he smashed through a mountain over a hundred meters tall.
Only then did he force himself forward against the beam, blowing it apart and scattering it into motes of light.
The lingering beam carved a glowing scar across the horizon before finally fading, its residual energy continuing to slice through mountains dozens of kilometers behind White.
Entire forests vanished beneath the expanding shockwave, while rivers instantly boiled into steam, leaving behind only barren trenches carved through the earth.
White looked upward, and there he saw the one who had unleashed that devastating attack.
It was none other than the Fallen Angel Azrael.
The black wings that had concealed the figure until now slowly spread apart, revealing the Fallen Angel’s true form.
She was a woman.
A woman whose beauty was beyond this world, her skin brighter than the light she currently radiated.
She possessed four arms, all of them currently outstretched toward White, the space before them still shifting chaotically from the attack she had just unleashed.
"I’ll be killing you first!"
White’s words echoed like a decree before a tiny ripple reverberated beneath his feet.
In the next moment, he was already in the sky, rushing toward the Fallen Angel.
"No, you won’t!"
A voice called out as a figure suddenly appeared befor]e the Fallen Angel.
The sight of her made White pause.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHH!
A powerful, ear-grating scream burst from her lips, releasing a sonicwave that slammed directly into White.
It was a Banshee’s scream, and not just from any Banshee, but the Queen of All Banshees.
For a second, White felt all of his thoughts freeze, leaving him unable to think clearly.
That single moment was enough.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The entire sky split apart as two massive axes descended toward White with horrifying power.
It was the Berserker King Sysiliou, cleaving downward with both axes.
White was able to negate Queen Screecha’s scream a second later, regaining his senses, but when he turned his head upward...
He found both axes only a single inch from his face.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
A tremendous explosion erupted as a figure was sent hurtling straight toward the ground.
The colossal force of the fall would have made anyone think Earth itself was about to split in two, yet at the very last second, White suddenly came to a halt before striking the ground, releasing only a minor ripple of air.
The restraint was his alone.
The force he had carried into the earth continued traveling beneath the crust, splitting underground fault lines apart as entire mountain ranges shook violently in the distance.
White remained crouched inches above the ground before slowly raising his head.
The sight made Berserker King Sysiliou’s expression change.
"Impossible..."
He muttered in disbelief.
His axe attack had connected solidly with the enemy’s face; both edges of his massive runic axes having struck down while carrying the entirety of his brute power.
Yet there wasn’t the slightest drop of blood upon White’s skin, or even a scar.
All that appeared on him was a horizontal white line that was already quietly fading away.
"Interesting..."
White mused beneath his breath as he rose upright, cracking his neck and shoulders.
GLITCH!