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With the final strike of God Tone, he swung his arms with all his might, like a bear pouncing on a rabbit, unleashing all the energy within him. In that moment, it felt as if all the power in the air had coalesced, and then erupted with a thunderous roar. The stones flew in all directions under this irresistible force, creating a wide passage that led straight to the outside world.
At that moment, the sunset was blood-red, illuminating God Tone's flushed and resolute face. His eyes were filled with defiance and determination, radiating the aura of a hero returning home. Sunan, witnessing it all from the side, experienced a profound transformation in his emotions—from initial worry and helplessness to shock and admiration.
"This is truly incredible... so amazing!" Sunan nearly shouted, his voice brimming with uncontrollable excitement and emotion as he looked at God Tone, awe filling his eyes.
Just then, on the battlefield outside, the confrontation between Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an reached its climax. As God Tone shook off the rubble, the ground seemed to resonate, intensifying the fierce and thrilling duel between Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an. Their magical powers collided as if they were tearing apart heaven and earth, coinciding perfectly with God Tone's breakthrough at this critical moment.
Standing in the passageway, God Tone gazed toward the distant battlefield. The coldness and despair he felt earlier had vanished, replaced by a surge of fiery blood and courage as he prepared to embrace their future.
On the other end of the battlefield, Xiong Wen'an reached an unprecedented peak. His body bore scars, blood staining the corners of his eyes and mouth, yet his gaze burned with an unparalleled fighting spirit. In this final battle for the Birdman Tribe, Xiong Wen'an concentrated all his energy and strength into this moment.
In the air, countless light blue feathers shot toward Wei Dong like precisely guided missiles from every direction. These feathers were not only beautiful; each one contained highly condensed magical power and moved at incredible speed, nearly reaching the speed of sound, causing a faint sonic boom in their wake.
Xiong Wen'an's hands moved swiftly through the air, drawing complex magical symbols. With each gesture he made, waves of magical energy erupted from his palms, forming one massive magic circle after another. These circles spun rapidly, emitting dazzling light as they unleashed a torrential rain of magical projectiles toward Wei Dong.
Under this fierce assault, the air on the battlefield seemed compressed into visible shockwaves. At that moment, Xiong Wen'an's aura peaked; behind him, a blurred ancient totem of the Birdman Tribe faintly appeared, as if supported by the souls of his entire clan in this final fight.
Despite facing such a formidable enemy, Xiong Wen'an wore an expression of exhilaration and excitement as if he had released all burdens. His smile revealed a fervor for battle and an exploration of power's limits—this was perhaps the most brilliant and possibly final light of his life as a warrior and a member of the Birdman Tribe.
Wei Dong advanced slowly yet firmly, moving forward like Mount Tai pressing down upon him. Each step resonated with the rhythm deep within his heart. His vast magical power had been refined into an almost invisible form, leaving only golden light that flickered gently with his movements like starlight before dawn—both subtle and radiant.
To outsiders, it seemed like a silent yet powerful display; every movement carried overwhelming will and strength. In each gesture, Wei Dong not only countered Xiong Wen'an's fierce attacks but also appeared to be conversing with the entire world.
Xiong Wen'an's attacks were as fierce as a torrential downpour, each strike carrying devastating power. Yet, when these assaults met the golden aura surrounding Wei Dong, they seemed to be gently absorbed, dissipating silently into nothingness. Xiong Wen'an's magical rays and symbols vanished upon contact with Wei Dong's concealed magical barrier, as if they had sunk into the depths of the ocean without a ripple.
From a distance, Sunan watched in awe, his heart overwhelmed by the spectacle. He could sense that what Wei Dong emanated was not merely magic, but an absolute confidence and control. This calm demeanor commanded respect. He witnessed Wei Dong's transformation from a powerful warrior into an almost mythical being.
As Wei Dong drew closer, a flicker of panic and confusion crossed Xiong Wen'an's eyes. He could not comprehend why his full-force attacks felt so powerless against Wei Dong. Each step Wei Dong took was as heavy as a mountain, and though his magic remained hidden, it resembled a slumbering dragon, poised to awaken and unleash tremendous power at any moment.
Facing the impending ultimate battle, Xiong Wen'an was filled with complex emotions. His laughter carried a hint of helplessness intertwined with a frenzied determination. He took a deep breath; the honor of the Birdman Tribe and his personal ambitions seemed to intertwine at this moment, forming an irresistible force.
His roar pierced through the chaos of the battlefield. As he bellowed, feathers from his body were swept away by an invisible force; blue feathers transformed into pure magic, flowing back into him at astonishing speed. These feathers shimmered with brilliant blue light in the air, like countless shooting stars streaking across the night sky, all aimed at one destination: Xiong Wen'an's body.
At that moment, Xiong Wen'an was no longer the same as before. The ancient bloodline of the Birdman Tribe surged within him, releasing unprecedented power. A blue energy field formed around him, each strand of energy carrying boundless strength and resolute despair.
However, in this instant, Xiong Wen'an completely shed all restraints; his gaze turned fervent and unwavering. He resolved to hold nothing back, intending to use all his life’s magic for a decisive blow. This was the ultimate decision of a Birdman Tribe warrior—a declaration of war against fate.
Under this intense surge of power, the entire battlefield felt an overwhelming pressure; the air seemed to solidify. Meanwhile, Wei Dong stood quietly, fixated on Xiong Wen'an. He appeared ready to face this final impact, his aura coiled tightly in anticipation of Xiong Wen'an's full-force strike.
In that moment, it felt as though only the two of them remained in the world—a confrontation about honor, power, and destiny reached its climax in the imminent collision.
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