This strike dwarfed every technique the Supreme had displayed before.
The colossal dragon was formed entirely from roaring winds and crackling lightning, its immense body coiling across the sky like a living tempest.
Emery couldn't help muttering under his breath.
"Is this crazy Senior trying to level the entire mountain as well?"
Golden scales briefly rippled across the back of the Supreme's raised hand before fading once more, revealing a glimpse of his true power. Yet even that fleeting manifestation carried the unmistakable pressure of a genuine Supreme—the highest realm the Magus Universe had to offer.
Emery felt the weight of it settle upon him.
There were some records of exceptional Magus defeating Grand Magus opponents through talent, preparation, or sheer fortune.
But a Grand Magus standing against a Supreme in a direct confrontation...
And actually winning?
No such record had ever existed.
