"Thunder's Wrath!" Watcher 21's eyes narrowed, his expression turning grim. He hadn't expected Shingin to unleash such formidable power under these dire circumstances. A palpable sense of danger spread across the battlefield, as though the gates of hell had cracked open.
Shingin's body shot forward, enveloped in a storm of raging lightning. It wasn't just an attack—it was as if the entire world had been swallowed by his thunderous might. As he soared upward, another massive surge of lightning erupted, tearing through the air and striking the venomous serpent controlled by Watcher 26.
The serpent writhed violently as the electric current coursed through it, shattering its form and ending its existence in a final, spasmodic collapse. Watcher 25's face contorted in disbelief and rage as he let out a pained scream.
"Damn it!" Watcher 25 swung his hand in an attempt to summon more serpents, but Shingin wasn't going to give him the chance. The lightning surged around him, ripping through the air like a living tempest. Anything caught within the electric storm was obliterated in an instant.
Watchers 20 and 21 exchanged a quick glance, recognizing that Shingin had surpassed their expectations. The intensity of his thunderous power forced them to temporarily pull back, creating space to avoid being caught in his storm. No longer the hunted prey, Shingin now resembled a thunderous wolf, ferociously striking back at his pursuers.
Yet even as they retreated, the Watchers did not withdraw entirely. Instead, they swiftly adjusted their tactics, closing off Shingin's remaining avenues of escape. They had realized that his current power, while overwhelming, was fleeting. If they could maintain the pressure, they could force him back into a corner.
"Keep the pressure on him! Don't give him any breathing room!" Watcher 20 roared, commanding the others to concentrate their assault.
Shingin didn't spare a glance for his enemies. His body, now wreathed in volatile lightning, was a streak of brilliance darting through the battlefield. Every dodge, every movement was driven by the furious roar of his inner thunder, dragging him back from the precipice of death.
But he knew the truth—this power was temporary. He had to act quickly to break the siege, to eliminate his enemies one by one. Every second of survival was an act of defiance, a promise to his mother and Shizuha.