The skies above rumbled, rays of golden sunlight piercing through the dense black clouds as though blades of the Heavens themselves.
The sight seemed like something out of this world, carrying with it an undeniable sort of beauty that existed only in a tale woven of a fanciful world beyond imagination.
BANG!
The change was just as sudden as Ryu's breakthrough was. Several attacks converged from all sides, bombarding the Birth Phenomena that called the center of that battlefield its home. The violent storm of attacks were still dwarfed by the momentum of the clouds above, but in the fragile, cracked state Ryu's Birthed Phenomena was in, it didn't need to be able to match it.
Ryu hardly got the chance to name his Dao when those inthe surroundings no longer held back. Finding his most vulnerable moment, the bombarded him from all sides, seeking to tear the behemoth that had just been given form apart.