Eight Lights

Volthoom was long since completely different from who he had been ten billion years ago. He had once been a mortal, but now, he had been reborn.

Atrocitus roared furiously, only to be sent flying by a slap from Volthoom. Even the surging sea of blood he sprayed forth was effortlessly erased by Volthoom.

The Red Lantern Corps joined the battle, but they made no meaningful contribution to the overall situation.

They were still utterly crushed by Volthoom.

"No one can control me!!" Atrocitus spat out several teeth that had been smashed loose and let out a low growl.

Volthoom slightly twisted his head back into place. He could not be killed by conventional means.

"Perhaps. But as you are now, you are not even worth controlling."

Volthoom waved dismissively and extended a finger, lightly tapping Atrocitus's incoming fist.

With a soft sound, Atrocitus's body flew backward, and one of his arms exploded on the spot.

"A bunch of pitiful worms."

Volthoom murmured as the Ring of Origin erupted with even greater power. Terrifying monsters devoured the warriors present.

Optimus Prime and Megatron were covered in wounds. They exchanged a glance, knowing they could not let Volthoom continue like this.

The longer this dragged on, the stronger Volthoom would become. Then they would have no chance at all.

"Raven! Help me!" Optimus Prime turned toward a woman cloaked in a black robe. Her crimson eyes gleamed coldly and wickedly in the darkness, carrying a power faintly connected to Trigon.

"I can only help you stall him for a while. This guy is too powerful; he has been interfering with my will."

Raven dodged a monster's attack, then casually flung out a powerful spell that blasted it apart as she spoke rapidly.

With a reluctant roar, Zatanos threw himself at Volthoom