Durontan Spits Blood

Outside Sky City.

The heavens had been torn into two utterly different vistas.

A crimson River of Flame poured down from the stars. The figure of Cassius, the Fire Element Dragon, flickered in and out amid the surging waves. Every sweep of his tail sent burning fragments of the galaxy flying, while heat capable of incinerating dimensions danced within his scarlet dragon eyes.

On the other side, above a vast continent brimming with ancient savagery, Durontan stood in midair. Countless phantom images of colossal beasts filled the space behind him, as though he were the lord of all beasts.

Bang!

A collision like the tolling of an enormous bell rang out.

The instant the two incomparably terrifying Divine Kingdom phantoms collided, space burst into countless spiderweb-like cracks like a shattered mirror. The pitch-black Spatial Rifts were already showing signs of evolving into a spatial storm.

At the center of the collision between those two forces, Sky City swayed from side to side like a lone boat adrift in a tempest, looking as though it might capsize at any moment.

"Damn it, that bastard Durontan is doing this on purpose."

Roland appeared outside Sky City once more, his eyes dark as he watched the Divine Kingdom War beyond the city that had already lasted more than three days.

It was not that he did not want to know the situation at City of Guardianship immediately. It was simply that as Zarick and Durontan's Divine Kingdoms became increasingly entangled, their battle grew fiercer and fiercer.

Sky City could no longer maintain communication with the outside world. All contact had been severed, and Roland naturally had no desire to remain in the great hall waiting helplessly.

"Puvela, can Sky City's barrier still hold?" Roland asked in a low voice.

Durontan's purpose in launching