415 Battle: Part 2

Xylond, inside the Holy Sanctum.

"Then I'll start?"

"Do it."

"I'll really start then?"

"Go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Just bloody do it!"

Aelfe was so pissed off that he snapped.

*Hiss!*

Suddenly, the air within a hundred meters around the Holy Sanctum surged towards the heart of the sanctum at the same moment as the Night Lord opened his mouth and took in a deep breath. Countless of jetstreams flowed into his mouth, transforming into an invisible vortex.

The mountain trembled as the skies started to thunder.

An abyssal pressure ran rampant from the Night Lord's body and engulfed every corner of the Holy Sanctum.

Such was its strength that it shattered Aelfe's momentum within an instant.

Aelfe's body went stiff as an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, but his body reacted before he could, as cold sweat started flowing from his back and forehead.