"Lord Komer, do you really intend to perish together with your enemy? Can the allure of this dark world truly be enough to make you abandon everything?" Caesar's gaze flowed, his clear and resonant voice echoing in the distance, yet his hand hesitated not a whit as his Knight Spear danced furiously around him. Wave after wave of air was drawn in by the overwhelming force of his Fighting Qi collecting on the spear, growing gradually thicker until the entire space seemed to slowly become dense.
Casesar's spear movements also slowed down, each shift as if dragging several carriages—so heavy yet so formidable. The intense material compression formed a semi-translucent air barrier around him. This barrier, formed from supreme Fighting Qi pressure, had no color, yet it was the best insulator, impeding dark forces, light power, and elemental powers alike. Piercing this substantial barrier would come at a great cost.
