"It's over, restrict his resurrection."
Aiden breathed a sigh of relief and said.
However...
Is it really over?
The Tyrant whose health had been completely drained, its shattered body began to burn. The pitch-black flames seemed capable of igniting the entire world, consuming everything it touched to ashes, unhindered by either the holy spear or the White Jade Divine Light.
Then, in Aiden's despairing gaze, the pitch-black flames merged into one.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The rhythmic thundering of a heartbeat sounded, each pulse like a proclamation to the world — the Doomsday Tyrant was about to descend.
From within the pitch-black flames, a grotesque giant hand emerged, grasping the shattered Blood Spear. Then the Blood Spear also ignited, countless crimson fragments floating in the air, finally gathering together to form a complete Blood Spear once again.
It seemed as if it had never been damaged.
"....."
