Cycloze stepped forward, directly blocking the path of the three gods' attacks.
"..."
David Wilson stared at Cycloze's slender figure, his brow deeply furrowed.
Even if it could defeat his Elite Four Level Pokémon, this mere Normal Level Cycloze was being far too arrogant.
This was practically suicide.
David Wilson sneered, watching coldly as Wildbolt Storm, Bleakwind Storm, and Sandsear Storm swept toward Cycloze.
He could already see the ending where Cycloze was torn completely apart.
Looking at the three storms filling the sky and earth, as well as the three gods flying overhead and looking down at him, Cycloze felt deeply displeased.
Why should I have to look up at you?
With one stomp, it shattered a stretch of Blue Brick. Its blood surged through its body, and after the muscles in its green right arm swelled, a faint crimson hue emerged beneath them.
Without any windup, Cycloze clenched its right fist and punched forward!
Get down here, all of you! Wing King!
Amid the miserable shriek of the air, devastating force erupted.
Without needing any physical contact, the terrifying gust unleashed by that punch alone could easily whip up a surging storm.
Under the frontal impact of that power, the three storms instantly collapsed. The fist wind did not lose its momentum, instead continuing forward like an unstoppable force and striking the three gods.
Even more astonishingly, its remaining power forcibly tore apart the layered storms around it, displaying unparalleled destructive force.
Even though the three gods sensed an unprecedented crisis and instinctively attempted to defend themselves in their own ways, before David Wilson's stunned and horrified eyes, those defenses were like flimsy paper, instantly ripped to shreds.
The three gods in their Spirit Forme, who had been so arrogant moments ago, suddenly froze in midair. The scenery