Chapter 711: Final Move
It hovered in the air, a palm-sized construct of pure destructive energy, but it radiated a presence far beyond its size. The very atmosphere around the needle trembled violently, warping and shuddering as if reality itself rejected the existence of such a thing.
Violet tendrils sizzled outward like living serpents, crawling through the air and down to the battered ground below. The moment one of the tendrils kissed the stone, the earth screamed—melting into bubbling red lava in an instant before hardening to a dead black crust the next moment.
Everything in its proximity either burned or broke. Max stood completely still beneath the floating needle, feeling his hair rise, his body surrounded by the chaotic pressure of what he had just created. This wasn’t just a needle. This was the embodiment of precision destruction.
A single strike that could erase existence in a flash. And now, it was aimed directly at the eye of the storm—where the Storm King lay hidden within the lingering smoke and shattered terrain.
Max narrowed his gaze, took one silent breath, and then waited.
Soon, the chaotic echoes of the explosion began to die down. The searing roar of black flames faded into silence, and the dark inferno that had blanketed the battlefield flickered out like dying embers.
What remained was only a barren landscape of devastation—scorched earth, shattered stone, and thick plumes of dust rising from a crater that looked like the heavens themselves had struck down in fury.
Max stood still, eyes sharp, breathing steady, his senses fully extended. He didn’t lower his guard. Not yet. And then, through the settling haze, a faint flicker sparked. Crimson tendrils of lightning snaked through the dust like serpents awakening from slumber, dancing across broken terrain.
Max narrowed his eyes. ’He’s alive.’ That single thought echoed in his mind. He wasn’t surprised—cautiously impressed, yes—but not surprised.