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God Tone trembled as he moved the heavy stones, trying to listen to the sounds outside. With Xiong Wen'an's roar and the surge of magical energy penetrating the rocks, the entire refuge shook. God Tone paused, sweat and dust covering his face, revealing deep concern.
"Damn it... Polnareff, how did things turn out like this?" God Tone's voice was filled with helplessness and anxiety, his gaze occasionally flickering with worry for his brother Wei Dong's safety.
Polnareff looked serious; he too felt the powerful magic emanating from outside, a force so immense that it sent a chill down his spine. Yet, he tried to remain calm, offering God Tone some comfort and courage.
"I know this is tough, God Tone. But right now, we need to focus on finding a way out. We can't directly interfere in their battle, but we can ensure our survival and then look for an opportunity to help your brother," Polnareff said as he continued to clear a possible escape route.
Hearing Polnareff's words sparked a glimmer of determination in God Tone's eyes. He straightened up and began to move the stones with renewed vigor. "You're right. I can't just sit here crying; Wei Dong is out there waiting for me!" he gritted through clenched teeth, each stone he moved seeming to carve out a sliver of hope.
Amidst the rumbling magic sounds, God Tone and Polnareff kept working hard, their figures appearing particularly resolute under the dim light. With Polnareff's guidance and God Tone's actions, they searched step by step for a chance at survival.
In the devastated hall, Xiong Wen'an stood out sharply amidst the explosion of magic. His arm feathers stood upright like a cat's fur on end, his eyes reflecting a wildness and fury akin to that of a beast. The surge of magic around him intensified, forming an invisible storm of power that surged toward Wei Dong, resembling a black hurricane. Each wave of magical energy carried an overwhelming force, seemingly intent on crushing Wei Dong into submission.
However, Wei Dong remained unmoved in the face of this even stronger magical assault. He merely smiled slightly, showing no signs of panic. As the magical waves crashed before him, he appeared to effortlessly dissipate them. This display of confidence left everyone present in shock. He took a slow breath, growing increasingly assured of Xiong Wen'an's abilities.
"Not bad at all..." A slight smile of appraisal curled at the corners of Wei Dong's mouth as he thought silently, "If this person could be useful to me, that would be quite something."
Seeing Wei Dong's expression ignited another wave of fury within Xiong Wen'an. He summoned even more magic into his hands; black energy seeped into the air like ink, attempting to suppress Wei Dong. Yet, Wei Dong maintained his relaxed demeanor as if Xiong Wen'an's rage and attacks were merely part of a theatrical performance. His calmness and determination revealed him as a detached observer waiting for an opportunity—everything was under his control.
As the battle intensified further, Wei Dong decided to unleash fifty percent of his magical power against Xiong Wen'an. A brilliant energy sphere gathered in his hand before shooting out violently to collide with Xiong Wen'an's dark magic. However, with a mere flick of his hand, Xiong Wen'an shattered Wei Dong's magic sphere effortlessly; the force surged forward unrelentingly toward him.
Furrowing his brow, Wei Dong quickly summoned more energy from within himself; this time he unleashed seventy percent of his magical power. When this even greater force was released from his hands, it finally matched up evenly against Xiong Wen'an's attack. Their powers clashed fiercely in mid-air, creating dazzling light and deafening roars.
The scene left Xiong Wen'an utterly shocked. He had tapped into dark powers, which should have significantly enhanced his magical abilities, yet in the face of Wei Dong, he realized that his strength was not an absolute advantage. A flicker of doubt crossed Xiong Wen'an's eyes; he could hardly believe that even with the aid of dark forces, Wei Dong was still able to demonstrate such astonishing control and intensity of magic, managing to stand against him without any external amplification.
At that moment, Wei Dong's resolve and conviction grew stronger. A determined expression flashed across his face as the magic within him surged like a tidal wave, ready to meet the impending onslaught. He understood that this battle would be a true test of his limits, but he also knew that only by overcoming such challenges could he truly prove his strength.
As Wei Dong showcased his ability to counter him, Xiong Wen'an felt his pride and competitive spirit thoroughly provoked. He would not allow himself to back down in this situation, especially not against this seemingly insignificant opponent. The fighting spirit in Xiong Wen'an's eyes burned like a raging flame as he suddenly roared, his voice filled with determination and excitement: "One Hundred Percent Mode! Activate!"
An unprecedented surge of magic erupted from Xiong Wen'an's body, distorting the air around him with its immense energy. His figure was almost enveloped in black magic, and the feathers on his arms glowed with a fiery brilliance as magic swirled around him like a roiling black flame. His gaze was filled with madness and resolve; he was fully immersed in this fierce confrontation.
A massive wave of energy burst forth from Xiong Wen'an's hand, hurtling toward Wei Dong. This energy wave appeared like a black dragon, carrying an aura of destruction as it rampaged toward Wei Dong. At that moment, Wei Dong felt a slight surprise but remained calm, quickly channeling more magic to respond. However, the sudden powerful impact struck him directly, causing his body to lean back slightly under the force. The ground around them cracked from the release of energy, sending clouds of dust and smoke swirling into the air.
Xiong Wen'an watched this scene with glee, laughing triumphantly as he believed he had secured the advantage for victory. Beside him, Boyev couldn't help but join in the laughter, his mirth laced with a sense of vindication and arrogance. Yet amidst the smoke and dust, Wei Dong's figure gradually became clearer; there was no hint of panic on his face—only an even stronger fighting spirit flickered in his eyes.
Wei Dong took a deep breath, gathering his strength and determined to showcase even greater magical power. His silhouette emerged from the haze like a sturdy fortress; though he had been severely impacted, his will remained unyielding. A resolute light shone in his eyes as he prepared to face the upcoming fiercer battle because this confrontation was far from over, and he would not be defeated by anyone.
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