Everyone's breath held for a few seconds. Old Dyen seemed to be possessed by a mixture of hatred and pain while his dark wings, stemming from infernal laws, trembled. In his mind, there was no space or any will to escape. He had never been so humiliated before, and even with the curse causing more and more pain, he began to release his Qi without caring about anything else.
The space around Almin closed in, with the activated Qi of a cultivator from an entire realm above him. There shouldn't be any escape or chance of victory, even if he were perfectly fine. But at that moment, Almin fought only to avoid passing out from exhaustion due to the lack of Qi.
In that instant, Ruri seemed on the verge of collapsing, and Langrum drew her black sword, ready to advance and fight; she wouldn't allow herself to watch Almin die. Then, the voice of the whale resonated dryly.
"No need to move; this is his fight."
