A terrifying aura swallowed the sky as torrents of scorching magma burst forth out of thin air.
Even though there was no ground beneath them, the Mountain Splitting still unleashed its full might. Flames roared, magma surged, and the air itself seemed to boil as the violent energy swept through the heavens.
The entire sky turned into a sea of fire, as if hell itself had opened its gates. Even from afar, the heat was unbearable, searing the skin and choking the breath.
The Upper Exalts of the Skeleton Warship were instantly thrown into panic.
Fear flooded their faces as they desperately looked around for a way out.
But there was nowhere to escape. In a sky engulfed by flames and magma, retreat was nothing more than a fantasy.
In that instant, regret consumed them.
They regretted underestimating Ryan.
They regretted treating him as nothing more than an impulsive youth. But regret was useless. There was no second chance waiting for them.
