The dust on the wasteland had yet to settle from the previous clash. The red moonlight pierced through the haze blanketing the sky and fell upon the gnarled branches of the divine tree.
The Rinnegan within the flower buds slowly turned, their cast red shadows dyeing the entire Gobi with an eerie hue.
Tyrant's half-kneeling body suddenly trembled. The metal armor covering his entire body first began to glow with a dim orange-red light.
His entire body was like a red-hot branding iron plunged into cold water, hissing with rising steam.
The next second, red light frantically spread along the patterns of his armor, and his already knotted muscles instantly swelled by another size.
Their contours were as hard and sharp as rock carvings hewn by blades and axes, even making his blurred features somewhat clearer.
A bloody gash split open across Tyrant's brow ridge, and bright red liquid seeped out.
"Roar!"
He threw back his head and roared, the sound waves directly pulverizing the rubble within a hundred meters.
Centered on him, invisible ripples of gravity exploded outward in rings.
The already viscous air instantly turned gelatinous, and even the branches hanging from the divine tree were pressed into bow-like curves.
There was no doubt about it—the effects of gravity had grown even stronger.
"Gravity Throne, fully unleashed!"
Tyrant planted his massive sword into the ground with one hand. The blade sank half a meter deep, and cracks spread outward from it for more than a hundred meters.
This time, the range of the gravity field had expanded threefold, pressing the red moonlight into strange, distorted ripples.
He looked up at Xia Yuan in midair, a savage grin twisting across his indistinct face. "That was just a warm-up. Now the real fight begins!"
On the Spirit Tamer Great Wall,