"Weakling, Nya!" Kikyo uttered lightly, her tone mocking as she pointed at the remaining two planetary beings. "Attack them."
In an instant, the undead army surged forward, some wielding swords, others raining down fireballs, ice, and other elemental forces. Even the void itself began to tear under the onslaught, releasing an eerie chill from the ruptured space.
Each undead creature mirrored Ray's abilities, a terrifying outcome of Gene Synchronisation that granted them a portion of his powers. This was the overwhelming might of Gene Synchronisation.
As the undead attacked with full force, the two Planetary beings—despite their defences—were gradually worn down, their forms breaking apart bit by bit.
Ray observed the spectacle silently from his warship.
"Are your undead truly this strong?" Mother Earth asked, wide-eyed, before quickly shaking her head. "No, it can't be... those three were only clones."
