As he watched E Shang tense its entire body, its muscles bulging to their limit, Fate Throat slowly tightened his power's grip.
Before coming here, he had been busy in Fate Gambling City.
Then his connection had suddenly been cut, and the Game Pod's lid had opened automatically.
He had been about to curse when he received a notification from the Star Network, informing him that Dark Tide power had infiltrated Earth and he was needed to deal with it.
Realizing the situation was dire, he had rushed to support the Arctic monitoring station.
Just as the Star Network had said, the Dark Tide had arrived.
But the Evil Spirit Warrior that had come was merely an insignificant pawn.
It could not begin to compare to the Evil Spirit Warriors capable of entering Monster World, whose talents had passed rigorous screening.
An Evil Spirit like this was something he could destroy with a wave of his hand.
Now, E Shang's struggles grew increasingly frantic. Dark Tide Energy churned violently around it, curse patterns lit up across its body, and defiant growls rumbled from its throat. Veins bulged on its restrained arm, its bones creaking, yet the blade less than an inch from Yu Chuan's brow remained utterly motionless, as though cast into the air.
The power Fate Throat released weighed like a mountain. Not only had it locked its arm in place, but it had also spread along its meridians throughout its body, making even breathing difficult.
Fate Throat did not spare it another glance. His gaze passed over the wretched E Shang and turned toward the sky.
There, countless low-level Evil Spirits and Blood Slave Warriors hovered on standby, their densely packed black figures blotting out the sky.
The instant Fate Throat swept his gaze over them, his psychokinesis