Dylan wasted no time. The metallic limbs that had replaced his flesh gave him speed and precision far beyond what he'd had before.
He lunged forward, both swords in hand, their energies clashing in the air as he charged straight at Manu.
Manu, unfazed by the oncoming attack, unleashed the full force of his spiritual, aura, and magical pressure.
The air around him thickened, becoming oppressive and heavy, the kind of power that could crush even gold rankers at the peak into submission.
But to Manu's surprise, instead of bearing down on Dylan, the immense force spiraled upward, sucked into the storming heavens above.
Manu scowled, his golden eyes narrowing in irritation.
He had forgotten the crucial rule of the Heaven's Tribulation: any power he unleashed would be claimed by the heavens to fuel their wrath.
Above, the sky churned, black clouds roiling as if alive. Lightning danced within them, its brilliance more blinding than before.
