"Emperor's Domination!" Max roared, his voice thunderous, filled with wrath and will. And as if answering the command of a king, a massive black flaming sword tore through the air from nothingness—an embodiment of imperial fury. The moment it appeared, it cleaved straight down onto the demonic being.
Bang!
The impact was deafening, shaking the ocean below and the skies above. The demon's body was sent hurtling downward once more, crashing into the sea like a meteor. Water exploded upward in a geyser, reaching the heavens, while waves surged outward in every direction.
Max exhaled slowly, just a moment of precious relief washing over him—but it wasn't comfort. It was calculated space. 'Alright… I've got one more chance to end this. I need time. Just a few more seconds. I have to keep it occupied until then.'
