Even Bloodboil felt as though the surrounding Sea of Blood was surging toward him, engulfing and eroding him, trying to merge him into this hellish scene.
An oppressive aura of despair roared toward him in wave after endless wave, like the raging winds and seas of nature.
He felt as if he were about to suffocate!
Vaguely, he seemed to recall something.
It had happened more than three hundred years ago...
Back then, he had been no more than an elder of a small tribe. He had followed the chieftain, the previous clan chief, and the Great Chieftains in joining the Storm Continent council's siege of the Destroyers, vowing to wipe out the interlopers and their lackey followers.
Thus, the Destroyers under the Ancient Ones had launched a mighty charge against the Cataclysmic Ones.
It had been a brutal battle. Bloodboil still remembered it vividly.
Not only had the tribal chieftains fallen in battle; even the clan chiefs and Great Chieftains wielding Galaxy Roar had gone down one after another in the fierce fighting.
And it was in that very battle that Liyou, one of the three great champions, tore the Golden Holy Dragon King apart with his bare hands, becoming the new clan chief of the Destroyers. He took possession of their sacred heirloom, Galaxy Roar, and benefited greatly himself, accidentally advancing to Great Chieftain after the battle.
But that was not what Bloodboil remembered most clearly.
In his memory, the moment that had left him most helpless, bewildered, and shaken was when an Ancient One appeared. With the might of a level-six life-form, it was like the wrath of the laws of heaven and earth—or perhaps it had itself become the laws of an entire world—as it tore through the Cataclysmic Ones' defenses.
At that moment.
The instant