Chapter 415 - Third Floor: The Haunted Forest of Winter Deers (13)

The first ripple of destruction tore across Cyrus's sea like an angry gash, the once-calm coral snapping and shattering, releasing bursts of light as his throne world fought back with defiant strength. Simultaneously, venomous waves crashed into these corals, dissolving them to nothingness, their brilliance dimming under the toxic embrace. Each fracture rippled back to Cyrus, carving deep, searing lines of pain into his skin as though the shattered coral tore into him directly. He felt each break, every tendril of his throne world crushed beneath the weight of his opponent's venom, etching wounds across his body as blood welled up and dripped down his arms.