Honestly, Russell named this move Solar Storm instead of "Coronal Crown" purely because Solar Storm was simple and easy to understand, requiring no lengthy explanation.
For someone like Ares, explaining solar electromagnetic radiation, matter escaping a celestial body's gravity, and high-energy charged particles would definitely go over his head.
Besides, Russell had no intention of explaining. Ares did not need to know why. Defeat in ignorance was the ending he deserved.
Having landed a hit, Russell smiled. Barring any surprises, he had already won this battle.
Seeing Russell's smug smile from afar, Ares cursed him inwardly for being hypocritical. His attack had clearly failed, yet he still pretended he had succeeded.
Without overthinking it, he made the red glow around his spear surge several inches higher. His warhorse whinnied like wind and thunder as it charged toward the sky.
As he sprinted, thunderous booms rang out. The red glow split the atmosphere in two, like an eagle striking through the heavens, terrifyingly imposing.
Russell looked down below, his five fingers moving as though controlling a puppet, then abruptly pressed downward.
In an instant, Ares felt an overwhelming force descend upon him. Terrifying power crushed down from above, making every bone in his body creak while his ears rang without end.
His warhorse let out a miserable cry, and its charge came to an abrupt halt. Along with Ares, it lost its balance and fell like a meteor, smashing a massive crater into the ground.
Inside the crater, Ares barely managed to crawl to his feet, but his warhorse remained sprawled on the ground, unable to stand firm despite several desperate attempts.
"Wh-what is this..."
Ares spoke with difficulty. The tremendous pressure slowed the blood flowing through his body, his heartbeat no longer powerful and strong. Even moving a finger was