Final Stand
Davis stared at the Celestial Transcendent's fist that held his Immortal Vessel location within his abdomen.
One wrong move, and he knew he would end up dead before he knew it.
"You never had a chance from the beginning."
The Celestial Transcendent calmly spoke, "The Paragon Magical Beasts almost measured up to your level while my prowess is greater than yours. Unless you can reach a realm where your prowess reaches the peak of eleven levels higher at the Immortal Stage when using your entire power, including your blood essence, you should-"
Abruptly, he saw Davis raise his battered hand and grab his wrist. It seemed to be clad in whatever chaotic energy was left in his left arm, using it to clench his palm so hard that it was causing his wrist to be pressured, yet it was unable to do anything.