The Dark Great Evil King seemed furious. His fists struck the ground, unleashing a surge of dark power. He meant to detonate the ground in a single blow and drag everything nearby—himself, his army, Locke, and Douglas—into the blast.
Unable to access the Botany Root Realm, he could not move the Cloudfield Cloud Rice for now. Locke had tricked him into drinking a potion mixed with it, trapping him in place. He could corrode the Magic Rice with dark energy, but that would take time.
Then the Dark Great Evil King realized he had no reason to spare his vast army of monsters. He could simply punch the world, detonate it and everything in it, and wipe everyone out at once.
His army? He did not care.
Above, the native spectators of the Dark World looked on with mocking eyes. The drama had made them roar with laughter. But when the Dark Great Evil King moved to destroy and bury everything in this world, they began hurling curses at him, as though even they found him outrageous and vile.
Douglas looked back, his heart pounding. A pair of enormous fists had appeared at the edge of the sky. They descended not toward him and Locke, but toward the entire world.
World-ending Magic Pressure fell.
It carried the breath of World's End: Doomsday Spiritual Breath.
The instant that breath appeared, errors erupted throughout his Permanent Defense Field. The Spell Models within its intricate Five-Element Reversal began malfunctioning and clashing with one another. Bolts of spell lightning burst from his body.
A chill ran down Douglas's spine. He felt as though he had fallen into the Dark Great Evil King's palm, utterly helpless and without hope.
"No!"
Gritting his teeth, Douglas drove his Five-Element Reversal Permanent Defense Field with all his strength