Clearly, this was demonstrated to the fullest by the unfortunate William as a negative example—though, of course, Brando had merely used a rather crafty method at the time.
It was an all-or-nothing move.
Brando knew perfectly well that there was no way he could withstand a combined strike from eight Extremes and Floro, but he had no choice but to choose this method. He had to keep these dragons within his domain and kingdom, or Aloz and the others would certainly be unable to hold out.
As the captain of this temporary team, he had to—and inevitably would—shoulder this responsibility.
Floro's black hair whipped in the wind, and she likewise felt the gravity of the situation. She and her dragons could only hope that this strike would work, but she saw no fear or hesitation on the young man's face. He appeared utterly confident, which only highlighted their own weakness and helplessness.
Could this ridiculously young human truly withstand their combined strike?
A combined strike from eight Extreme beings and one Half-Sage?
Floro had no confidence either, but at this moment, no one could retreat. She and the other eight dragons were the same. As a race born for battle, dragons would never hesitate under any circumstances, even in the face of the threat of death.
But then she saw the young human make a move.
He laid down seven Spatial Faults in succession along their path.
She had long known that this was a Plain of Extremes related to the Elements of Time and Space, but she had not expected this young man to truly possess such control. This was the power of a true Sage—whatever shred of hope Floro had left was utterly extinguished at that moment.
The eight dragons crashed into the Spatial Faults one after another.