Sizzling.
This was the sound that permeated the entire space, followed by the loud, rhythmic sound of intense slaps.
On one side of the domain, high in the sky, a monstrous beast shrouded in a dark aura struggled fiercely against an uncountable number of fiery tendrils that restrained his entire body.
Alvis, engulfed in darkness, called upon his ultimate power to break free, but to no avail—the fire only tightened its grip, straining his bones until they cracked. The darkness surrounding him dwindled, and an unimaginable pain wracked his body.
A guttural scream echoed across the hellish domain as Alvis cried out, but the fire only grew stronger.
On the other side of the domain, the relentless, rhythmic sound of slapping continued unabated.
The vitality of a grandmaster+ rank was staggering.
At this point, Ronad's face was nothing more than blackened bones, yet he was still alive and breathing.
