The golden-sapphire pillar of Shaurya's Divine Form slowly dimmed around him—
but its aftershock still hung in the air like the echo of a divine bell.
Gou Yan didn't retreat.
Didn't cower.
Didn't run.
He braced.
Grey aura boiled from his body like volcanic ash, thick and violent, swirling around him in jagged, broken currents. His bones cracked as they expanded. His skin hardened as stone runes crawled over him like a colony of iron serpents.
Two monsters stood across from each other.
One glowing gold.
One burning grey.
The ancient hall trembled under the weight of their presence.
Then—
They vanished.
AURA LINES COLLIDE
Two streaks of light carved through the hall
A golden line blazing like a shooting star—
A grey line ripping through the air like a tearing mountain—
And they collided.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
