The godly phantom merely flicked its sleeve—lightly, as if brushing away a speck of dust.
PFF!
Hellshark didn't even have the thought of resistance. His entire existence vanished into nothingness in an instant—without leaving so much as a trace.
And yet, at the far end of chaos, Hellshark's figure reconstituted in miserable fashion, resurrecting once more. The terror on his face did not lessen—if anything, it deepened.
He stared fixedly at the godly phantom that was slowly turning its head.
"Withdraw—NOW!!!"
The order tore out of him like a howl.
He forcibly recalled Black Shark's Fang, then bolted straight back into his side's realm-gate without looking back—as if some horror capable of devouring everything was chasing him from behind.
The sudden spectacle left every observer dumbstruck.
A ferocious existence second only to the War-God of the Dark Keep—Hellshark—had been frightened into fleeing in such disgrace?!
