Krune! Nooo!
"Zamura…?" the Seamstress muttered in disbelief, staring at the figure of the teenager that stood behind Zamura. "Baaastard! Get away from him!"
"Noisy!" The teenager snorted as the Seamstress's face instantly turned serene, sporting a mild smile as she had become a member of the Abolition Tower, exploding, killing countless immortals, both the Mountain Sect and Mist Sect alike.
The teenager gazed at the sky, seeing tribulation lightning spill out in torrents, expressing the heaven's wrath. "What can you do now, Kun Realm? You're late."
"I've already killed your champion."
…
"Hold on! Endure!" Gegrafikan bellowed, arriving at Krune's help in defending Mountain Sect.
"What about the battle there?" Krune shouted as he emptied his reserves, unleashing another torrent of Lightning Needles.
"The others will pull through. I'm sure of it!" Gegrafikan shouted. "You alone won't be able to hold back so many Primal Gods."
Roar!