The blue hurricane swallowed the colossal abomination, its ethereal flames dancing like living serpents, wrapping around the titanic enemy. Magnalith, standing at 3,000 meters tall, was an entity that defied the very logic of the world, but the cultivator Lian Xuan was undeterred. He amplified his power, expanding the hurricane to twice the creature's size, forcing it to face a true cataclysm of celestial energy.
Within the storm, the blue hurricane roared like a living entity, a colossus of pure elemental power. It was not just wind—it was a convergence of primordial forces, a fusion of fire, air, earth, and water, all under Lian Xuan's absolute control.
The blue flames, ethereal and serpentine, coursed through the violent currents, illuminating the vortex like chaotic stars in a furious sky. Each blaze seemed alive, carrying the cultivator's will, clinging to Magnalith's roots and burning with an intensity that could reduce anything to ash.
The winds were razor-sharp, like invisible blades. They didn't just swirl—they shredded. Each gust was a formless guillotine, a tear in the very fabric of the atmosphere, displacing everything in its path. The sound wasn't a simple howl but a thunderous lament, a symphony of uncontrollable power.
Stones floated within the storm, not as mere debris, but as pillars of the cultivator's spiritual strength. Each stone was marked with ancient Taoist symbols, seals carved with ancestral energy, radiating a golden light that pulsed in harmony with the hurricane. These stones weren't just part of the vortex—they were anchors, stabilizing elements that kept the storm under Lian Xuan's command.
And then, there was water.
Currents emerged between the flames and winds, spinning in precise spirals, condensing into crystalline spears that formed and shot without warning. The water didn't flow gently—it manifested as sharp stakes, piercing the air with divine force. Each spear was crafted with precision, striking Magnalith with ruthless speed, seeking to open breaches in its colossal form.
The storm was more than an attack—it was dominion. A microcosm where the laws of the world were dictated by the cultivator.
And within it, Magnalith struggled.
The creature's roots were consumed by the blue fire, slashed by the winds, crushed by sacred stones, and pierced by water spears. The titan was trapped within that infernal vortex, every part of its distorted form being assaulted by a different element.
Then, from the heart of the storm, something new emerged.
A sickly, pulsating yellow glow.
It was faint at first, an insignificant flicker against the vastness of the hurricane. But then it grew.
The pale light expanded, illuminating the storm's interior, resisting the chaos around it. The blue flames flickered. The winds hesitated for an instant. The stones vibrated in response to that force.
And then, everything shattered.
A silent, yet devastating explosion.
Space within the hurricane cracked like glass, creating fissures that spread like fractures in a reality on the brink of collapse. The very laws of the world were challenged—not by brute force, but by a fundamental distortion of what was real.
The cosmic cracks grew, sucking in parts of the storm, warping the air around them. It was as if Magnalith was rewriting the rules of battle, denying the existence of Lian Xuan's storm.
Kiyoshi, watching from outside, sensed something terrible had happened even before seeing the cracks. His warrior instinct, honed through years of combat, screamed at him—he immediately retreated, sliding back with absurd speed, avoiding any proximity to the area where reality was unraveling.
Lian Xuan, struggling to maintain stability within the storm, recognized the immediate danger. He couldn't afford to fall into those cracks. His mastery of spatial coordinates might bring him back, but it would take time—and time was something he didn't have.
If he fell into one, he'd be cast into an unknown place.
Outside the battle, the Bizarre Sorcerer just laughed.
His books spun around him in incomprehensible patterns, characters glowing in gold and red. Then, without even lifting a finger, he changed the course of the battle.
The glowing characters detached from the books and flew toward the cracks, landing on them like divine marks. Unknown symbols filled the fissures, rearranging, stitching reality back together.
The cracks vanished.
Then something unexpected happened.
The brilliant characters orbiting the Bizarre Sorcerer detached and flew toward the spatial fissures. Symbols filled the cracks, rewriting reality with terrifying precision.
The spatial rift closed.
For a brief moment, the cultivator felt relief, but the same applied to Magnalith. The monster reemerged from the midst of the storm, its body glowing with a sickly yellow light, its roots pulsating and shifting, adapting to a new combat style.
Now, its roots weren't just appendages—they were living extensions of its consciousness. Magnalith integrated them into its movements, multiplying the unpredictability of its attacks.
Kiyoshi advanced without hesitation. His body blurred, and in an instant, he was upon Magnalith, running across the vast roots as if they were a battlefield. His blade, charged with emerald spiritual energy, slashed through Magnalith's layers, each strike a precise, atomic cut.
He leapt onto a giant root and spun his blade in a destructive arc, cutting deeply into the wooden flesh. The roots split, but before they hit the ground, time reversed, and Magnalith's structure regenerated.
The samurai gritted his teeth. He would need more than just technique to wound that abomination.
Zeta 4 analyzed everything. His core processed thousands of simulations per second, and each one ended with the same conclusion. He couldn't win.
So, he made a decision.
He deactivated all internal limitations.
Nanotechnology in his core activated, emerging from within his metallic structure. His body began to grow, expanding with reinforced metal plates and systems. What was once a humanoid form was now a true battle mecha, standing fifteen meters tall.
Still an insect compared to Magnalith. But now, an insect armed to the teeth.
Multiple weapons emerged from his arms and shoulders, energy cannons spinning and charging with a searing light. He opened fire.
Plasma beams sliced through the air, hitting Magnalith with enough force to vaporize mountains. Explosions rocked the village, fragmenting the creature's roots in a hell of molten metal and charred wood.
But even that wasn't enough.
Magnalith manipulated space, bending the distance of Zeta 4's attacks, causing his blasts to pass through nothingness. The creature slowed the samurai's movements, making them sluggish and predictable.
It was the master of the battle.
Outside the fight, Korrak observed. His eyes tracked the girl's shadowy tendrils, seeing that they were the only thing truly halting Magnalith's advance. He didn't know exactly who or what she was, but he understood one thing: if she fell, the battle would be lost.
With swift movement, he positioned himself beside her. He wouldn't fight Magnalith directly. He would protect the only thing that could fight against it.
Through it all, the Bizarre Sorcerer just laughed.
He didn't fight.
He waited.
The glowing characters merged, forming words in the air.
And then… space sealed.
The world locked Magnalith within reality, preventing it from using spatial laws to its advantage.
For an instant, the monster hesitated.
And in that instant, Lian Xuan, Kiyoshi, and Zeta 4 attacked simultaneously.
The cultivator raised his palm, his blue flames expanding to engulf Magnalith entirely.
The samurai leapt toward the monster, his blade vibrating with enough energy to tear through the very logic of the world.
Zeta 4 unleashed his full power, firing a concentrated plasma beam directly at the creature's heart.
Three attacks from three completely different warriors.
And Magnalith felt it.
For the first time… Magnalith recoiled.
But even then… the battle was far from over.