Zeus sat amidst the now-silent battlefield, his body trembling slightly from the intense cultivation he had just undergone. The system had efficiently absorbed every ounce of thunder mana from the four-star Thunder Python, the Thunder Eagle, and the two fallen two-star warriors, leaving their corpses drained of all energy.
With every last drop of mana channeled into his own advancement, Zeus felt a powerful surge rippling through his veins. He had finally crossed the critical threshold—he was on the brink of becoming a four-star warrior.
But just as he began to savor the newfound strength coursing through him, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Dark clouds began to churn in the sky above, gathering rapidly and forming a massive, swirling vortex.
