As both sides gradually revealed their full arsenal, the brutal battle entered its fiercest stage.
In space, the towering Flame Giant commanded countless flying swords, struggling against the black lightning dragons attacking him from all sides.
Meanwhile, more black tides surged toward the golden sun in the giant's hand.
Powerful waves kept bursting from the golden sun, shattering every black nightmare monster that charged at it.
Yet everyone knew the Flame Giant and the people inside the golden sun were making a last stand.
For them, defeat was only a matter of time.
The Thunder Immortal Lord was certain victory was his, and his face shone with delight.
"Seeing you in such a sorry state is truly a pleasure!"
"After all these years of careful planning, I've finally driven you to this point, old man!"
Vulcan's projection had grown terribly weak. Most of its countless flying swords had already been knocked down by nightmare power and the lightning dragons.
Stripped of their light and flame, they had become ordinary pieces of iron, one after another.
The giant's flames, once as blazing as a star, had dimmed considerably.
By contrast, the black lightning dragons around him had only grown more numerous and more terrifying.
Vulcan struggled to fend off the dragons trying to close in and crush him. His voice burned with anger.
"You're nothing but a scrap of soul I scattered. You've probably spent all these years struggling just to regain your shape. What could you possibly have planned?"
The Thunder Immortal Lord laughed smugly. "Did you really think the Primordial Empire split apart during the Third Great Cataclysm because its imperial family had declined?"
"Do you remember the Yellow Heaven Legion that appeared out of nowhere and swept through the Primordial Empire at astonishing speed?"
"That legion may not