"Hah!"
"Hah!"
Tyr panted, sweat covering his brow as he stared at Tony. Though Tony had yet to do anything, his refusal felt like an invisible weight crushing down on Tyr, making his heart sink further and further.
Even he was struggling, let alone the others. Faced with the pressure of life and death, they were faring even worse than Tyr.
Watching them, Tony lost interest in playing any longer. The smile slowly faded from his lips, and his gaze grew cold.
Sensing the change, Tyr's heart lurched. He could not help shouting, "Are you all really going to watch yourselves march to your deaths?"
"Since when did we lose even the courage to fight with everything we have?"
As he finished speaking, a powerful aura surged from his body. His face was filled with grim resolve. As the God of War, he would never sit back and wait to die.
Even if he died, he would tear a chunk of flesh from Tony first.
Spurred on by him, Veda and the others felt their hearts jolt. Some of the fear vanished from their faces, replaced by a crazed determination.
It was not that Tyr's words had truly struck a chord with them. Rather, he had activated his ability as the God of War, raising his followers' morale and suppressing their fear.
"Kill!"
Tyr and the others roared in unison. Under his leadership, they launched their final charge.
A trace of solemnity flickered in Tony's cold eyes at the sight. He would not mock beings who dared to face death, no matter how weak they were.
Of course, that did not mean he would show mercy. With a thought, gravity instantly descended on Tyr and the others.
Terrifying gravity bore down on them, immediately arresting their charge.
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