Thragg's roar pierced through the curtain of rain and echoed across heaven and earth.
That despairing wail was even more heart-wrenching than the shattering of the Demon Pill.
He slowly raised his head. Calmness had vanished from his eyes, swallowed entirely by bloodshot veins and flames of madness.
Algor's head—the sacred relic he had guarded for a thousand years, the pillar of his spirit, the embodiment of his faith—had been crushed into bone fragments and dust in battle.
Sparta took a step back and assumed a fighting stance.
He could sense that Thragg before him had broken through some kind of boundary. His presence was steadily rising.
"You... destroyed me... destroyed the Viltrumite Empire..."
"I want you... dead!!!!"
Before his words had even faded, the ground beneath Thragg's feet shattered, and everything within dozens of meters collapsed with a deafening roar.
Sparta's pupils abruptly constricted. He retreated at high speed, but it was already too late.
Thragg moved at the fastest speed of his life, bursting past the speed of sound and arriving before Sparta.
Sparta instinctively crossed his arms before him to block, only to feel an unprecedented force slam into them.
That punch not only shattered his defensive stance, but also drove his arms violently into his own chest.
"Cough!"
His chest was crushed beneath his own arms, his heart and lungs severely damaged. His vision went dark, and a sweet metallic taste surged up his throat.
His entire body flew backward uncontrollably, his back smashing through an unknown number of buildings as he was hurled who knew how far away.
His vision blurred at high speed, while the sounds of collapsing structures and howling wind filled his ears. Bricks, metal, and countless fragments of buildings scattered behind him, forming a long trail of billowing smoke.
From above,