Trampled Like Trash

Noir, hearing the one-sided declaration of his death, became fuming with anger.

"RAAAAAGH!"

He roared, his voice echoing loudly in the void of space. Blanc's barriers started to shake, cracking from the intensity of it alone.

"What power!"

She exclaimed as she added more layers of protection, just in case.

After all, she was currently protecting everyone else, as nobody was able to erect barriers as strong as hers among the others. Zeshion, who was left alone in the air, quickly landed and approached Noir, waving his sword.

His steps were swift and precise, but before he could even come close, a powerful shockwave erupted, sending him rolling across the ground for quite a distance.

Noir was finally getting serious, no longer holding back the full extent of his beyond-god-level powers. Zeshion could feel his breath get stuck; the pressure exuded by Noir alone was enough to stop their breathing!