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As Wei Dong unleashed an astonishing surge of magical power, Xiong Wen'an stood his ground, his face contorted by the intense pressure. Suddenly, a violent transformation occurred beneath his feet; the bird claws that had been encased in his shoes tore through the fabric with incredible force, their sharp tips digging deep into the ground as if to grasp the earth itself for support.
With the pressure mounting, blood began to seep from the corners of Xiong Wen'an's eyes and the tip of his nose. This force seemed to surpass his physiological limits, compressing his vascular network beyond endurance. Faced with the overwhelming tide of Wei Dong's magical energy, Xiong Wen'an refused to back down, his eyes burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.
"One hundred fifty percent! Overclock activation!" Xiong Wen'an's voice thundered through the hall, his fingers tightening into a fist as every muscle in his body tensed to its utmost limit, as if every fiber was challenging fate itself. With his roar, an even more intense wave of magic erupted from within him, crashing toward Wei Dong like rolling ocean waves.
In that moment, blood gushed from the corner of Xiong Wen'an's mouth; his face turned as pale as paper. Yet amidst this extreme pain and pressure, there was only a steadfast resolve in his eyes—a calm and fervor that a warrior possesses when facing dire straits. This fierce clash of power was not merely a physical confrontation but a battle of wills and spirits.
As the two immense forces collided at the center of the Council Hall, a sound akin to thunder erupted, shaking the entire hall as if it were struck by a violent earthquake. The ceiling above began to crumble under the relentless tremors, large stones and decorations raining down like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, creating a heart-stopping cacophony. Cracks spread across the ground like a giant maw seeking to swallow all standing life.
Amidst this extreme chaos and danger, God Tone attempted to lighten the tense atmosphere with humor. He shouted loudly, "Earthquake! Earthquake! This earthquake is strong! Oh no! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! Earthquake! This earthquake is stronger than before in Taoyuan! Oh! Damn it! What the hell!" Each word seemed to tremble with fear and panic; despite trying to package it as humor, his eyes betrayed an unmistakable terror.
The surrounding soldiers and Summoners were drawn in by God Tone's cries; their initial panic and confusion were briefly interrupted by this absurd humor. Many couldn't help but show nervous smiles, and some even momentarily diverted their attention due to his shouting. But as the sounds of the hall's structure collapsing grew louder, everyone was quickly pulled back into the reality of impending danger.
With more stones falling and structural tremors intensifying, everyone realized that if they did not find a safe escape route quickly, true disaster was imminent. The urgency of escape became paramount; every second could mean the difference between life and death. God Tone's shouts gradually faded amidst others' cries for help and commands as everyone struggled to find a way out.
When Sergeant Rad's roar pierced through the clamor of the Council Hall, he urgently waved his hands, guiding God Tone into a temporary shelter formed by shields. Amidst the sounds of stones and debris flying about, several soldiers strained to hold up heavy shields, desperately protecting anyone who could make it to safety.
Upon hearing Sergeant Rad's call, God Tone tensed up; his steps quickened. Yet as he hurried toward safety, his thoughts remained with his beloved brother in the trembling hall. His gaze darted anxiously around him, revealing unmasked worry and panic.
Reaching beneath the shield, God Tone's voice trembled noticeably. "Polnareff, what about my brother?" His words conveyed deep concern as if he had already foreseen the worst outcome.
In this extreme atmosphere of tension, Sunan quickly took over the conversation, a hint of undeniable determination on his lips. "Damn it! Your brother will be fine! If he can cause this much chaos here, why are you still worried about him?" Sunan's voice was resolute and firm as he tried to soothe God Tone's anxiety with his confidence; his words reflected immense trust in Wei Dong's abilities and an understanding of the situation.
Under their protection, the shattered hall continued to creak, each sound a test of their resolve. God Tone clenched his fists, his expression a mix of worry and determination, silently praying that his brother would indeed be safe as Sunan had said.
As the floor shook violently, the atmosphere in the Council Hall froze instantly. Large chunks of the ceiling crumbled and fell amidst the tremors, dust swirling in the air. In the face of this sudden disaster, Darius reacted swiftly. He raised his fists high and, with the speed and strength of a soldier, accurately smashed a massive stone block that was descending toward him. The fragments exploded in the air like fireworks.
Meanwhile, Swen observed everything with an almost playful attitude. A smirk danced on his lips as he watched Darius's intense reaction, as if he were relishing this chaotic drama. Darius turned and shouted in anger and frustration, "Damn it! What are we supposed to do now, you idiot?"
Swen maintained his flippant smile and casually replied, "Find a place to hide? What else is there to do?" His words carried a mischievous nonchalance, as if all of this were merely a carefully orchestrated game to him, and he was enjoying every moment of it.
Darius's face flushed with rage as he scanned the surroundings for a place to take refuge, feeling a surge of strong dissatisfaction with Swen's behavior. At that moment, the urgency of the situation in the Council Hall starkly contrasted with the almost insane indifference displayed by Swen; one side was fighting for survival while the other seemed to revel in chaos.
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