"Damn!!"
"How can this be!!"
"No, you are still hiding your strength!!"
The mont the several phistos rushing forward sensed the imnse force radiating from the energy sphere, their expressions contorted with alarm.
Because from it, they felt traces of an endless, violent power—a power that seed ready to erupt like a tsunami with just the lightest trigger.
They knew the truth. If that energy reached them, they wouldn't rely be injured. They might be obliterated.
There was no retreat.
At that mont, they had no ability to pull back. Even the weapons they had swung down were already too far committed to retract.
Boom!!!
In the next instant, the explosive force detonated, rippling in all directions. Like a sea of fla, shockwaves carved through the air, creating concentric pulses of pressure.
The impact rivaled a cataclysmic quake, shaking everything within reach.
The vicinity was decimated. Blasted by the surge, the phistos were hurled like ragdolls, crashing violently into the earth and gouging out massive craters.
But Finn wasn't focused on them.
His attention was pinned on the original phisto, who was now channeling an even more overwhelming energy. That attack was aid squarely at him.
Despite the leap in his own strength, Finn knew better than to underestimate the threat.
Especially with the Demon King still unaccounted for.
This wasn't just about one phisto. There were many of them—and the King himself. Any hesitation could prove fatal.
"Boy, you can't resist this ti. Go to hell!!!"
The original phisto roared, and the volatile dark energy he conjured surged out like an expanding black hole, pressing down on the ground until it cracked further, revealing long-forgotten arcane glyphs etched deep into the bedrock.
Boom!!!
That energy sphere wasn't just radiant—it was apocalyptic. It glowed with malevolent intensity, casting black light like a burning eclipse.
Ti seed to distort as the sphere accelerated toward Finn, space bending and warping in its wake.
Finn's brows furrowed as he analyzed the terrifying magnitude of this new attack.
It wasn't re intimidation—this power was on the level of cosmic annihilation. He had to act, fast.
In a flash, he twisted his body, repositioning with tactical precision.
"Want to destroy with that?"
The Sword of the Vishanti vanished from his grasp, replaced by an effulgence of raw light erupting from his core. A hybrid manifestation of the Darkhold's magic and the mystic energy of Kamar-Taj began to radiate outward.
The fusion between those two ancient forces blanketed a hundred-mile radius, crackling with layered spells and cosmic turbulence.
The very fabric of space trembled at the strain.
Boom!!!
The original phisto's energy sphere surged, tearing through dinsions. It howled across the battleground, drawing closer to Finn with lethal intent.
Inches separated them now.
"Don't try your little tricks anymore. In front of my energy sphere, your only end is death!"
phisto's voice was calm, almost satisfied. He believed in his power—believed that the overwhelming energy would swallow Finn whole.
But Finn remained silent.
Instead, as the sphere neared, a new darkness curled around his left arm. It was subtle at first, a crawling black aura without warning.
Then, sigils—brilliant and intricate—etched themselves into his flesh. They glowed with divine resonance, shifting with an eerie mix of celestial radiance and demonic malice.
It wasn't clear what kind of energy this was. But it was ancient. Primordial.
In the next heartbeat—
Boom!!!
Finn clenched his fist and punched straight into the oncoming sphere.
The collision of energies detonated like the destruction of galaxies.
Explosions of color ripped through the dinsion—flas swirling into chaotic vortices, broken terrain rising from the earth like crust flayed from a wound.
The shockwave reduced everything in a hundred-mile radius to ruin. Earth, stone, and shattered cosmic fragnts hung suspended in the air, as if ti itself had been paused.
Then, a flash of white light pierced the sky.
Brighter than a dying star.
It pulsed once, and all sound vanished.
When the brilliance faded, silence reigned.
The ground had caved in deeply, pitted and fractured by the cataclysm. The storm of dust and debris churned in slow spirals, suspended midair as if resisting gravity.
Even the flying stones were locked in a surreal stillness, hanging like celestial bodies frozen in orbit.
"How... how can this be!!!"
The original phisto stared in disbelief.
He had put everything into that attack. Every ounce of his demonic might. That sphere should have consud Finn.
But instead, it had shattered.
Obliterated by the human's bare fist.
"As I said, your strength is low-level trash."
Through the storm of dust, Finn stepped forward. His silhouette erged slowly—upright, unhard. His eyes burned with unshakable calm.
They were cold. rciless.
Eyes of soone staring at a corpse yet to realize it's dead.
In that mont, phisto understood.
Finn wasn't rely powerful.
He was the reckoning.
And he hadn't even gotten serious yet.
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