"Go. Don't lose us any points."
"We can't lose this time."
"The Origin Continent has gradually begun to turn the tide. We have to stop that momentum."
"Don't worry."
A figure stepped forward from the Chaos Ancient Clan's side.
He stood a full three zhang tall, with chains as thick as a grown man's arm wrapped around his entire body.
His body was like a moving iron tower, or a war beast emerging from an ancient battlefield.
His skin was a deep, dark red, like volcanic rock scorched by raging flames for countless ages.
It was rough and hard, its surface covered in fine cracks.
A dark-red glow seemed to flow slowly through those cracks, like lava still burning deep beneath the earth.
Muscle covered every inch of him. His chest rose like iron plates, and his abdominal muscles were carved into deep furrows.
His arms were as thick as the trunks of thousand-year-old trees. Every muscle seemed forged from solid iron, its lines rugged and violent, as though it might burst apart at any moment.
The gaps between his muscles were deep enough to expose bone. A dark-red sheen flowed within them, like underground magma slowly surging between layers of rock.
His head resembled a human's, but it was several times larger, like a small boulder.
A huge curved horn grew from either side of his head. Each was as thick at the base as a child's arm and rose diagonally from his brow.
They swept into sharp arcs on either side of his head, their tips keen as blades and gleaming with a dark purplish-black luster.
Those horns were covered in rings of growth, one after another, like the rings of an ancient tree. Each ring bore the weight of long years.
Fine purple markings spread from the