The war had begun.
Across the Nine Hundred Million Layer World, the experts who had thrown in their lot with Chaos had already arrived in the Strange Zone, surrounding the Thorn Kingdom in layer upon layer.
They were launching probing attacks.
"Hahahahaha! The legendary Iron Fist Barry is nothing special after all."
Someone laughed wildly.
Seven or eight hundred Chaos Loaders pursued Iron Fist Barry, unleashing dazzling spell attacks from time to time.
Barry fought as he retreated, occasionally seizing an opening to charge in and take out the most arrogant few.
Whenever he did, a dense barrage of all kinds of attacks would slam into him and send him flying.
He looked utterly battered, practically on the verge of death.
There was no helping it. Far too many people across the myriad worlds had joined Chaos. By comparison, the Thorn Kingdom had far too few people.
At last, the encirclement of Barry was complete.
Thousands of Chaos Loaders surrounded him in the void, leaving no gap to escape through.
He had nowhere left to retreat.
Now the Chaos Bringers weren't in a hurry. They all advanced together, taking turns fighting Barry.
—After all, Barry's iron fists were no joke. Anyone who faced him alone would meet nothing but death.
It was the wild-dog tactic: wear Barry down until he was too busy to deal with them, and couldn't even escape.
A powerful Chaos Bringer in charge of the operation flew out. Looking down at Barry from above, he shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Iron Fist brawler. Your era has passed. But seeing as you were once so widely worshiped, you may speak your last words."
Barry spat out a mouthful of blood. With one hand, he blocked the Chaos Bringer attacking him; with the other, he pulled