The sky above the Dwarf Kingdom was no longer a canopy of clouds and light; it had become a bruised, swirling vortex of violet lightning and black embers. The very laws of Dwarf Kingdom seemed to buckle under the spiritual weight of Thrain Ironhand. In his "Destroyer" state, Thrain was no longer a General, nor even a man. He had transitioned into a Pseudo-God State, a condition where his physical vessel was being forcibly expanded by the sacrificial combustion of his soul and Dantian. He was a candle burning at both ends with a flame that could incinerate the world.
Thrain stood at the center of the carnage, his eyes glowing with an unholy, shifting radiance. He raised The Destroyer, the massive blade now wreathed in Black Sovereign Flames. These were not ordinary fires; they flickered with the tortured visages of the thousands he had slain over six centuries. It was said that those killed by this blade had their souls anchored to the steel, denied reincarnation, and forced to fuel the user's malice.
With a cold, mechanical grunt, Thrain swung the blade in a horizontal arc. The movement was deceptively slow, yet the result was a catastrophe of spatial displacement. A Void-Cutter Wave erupted—a crescent of negative space that didn't just cut flesh, but "unmade" it.
Twenty Ministers, veterans of Tier 4 and Tier 5 cultivation, didn't even have time to activate their defensive talismans. The wave passed through them like a hot wire through silk. Their enchanted armor, forged from the deepest mountain iron, dissolved into purple particles. Their bodies followed suit, their life essence being devoured by the void before a single drop of blood could hit the marble.
"Retreat the wounded! Do not let him strike the fallen!" Jai's voice boomed, amplified by the thinking of how to defeat this god like enemy.
Under Zayn Stone's frantic direction, the loyalist troops surged forward. They didn't attack; they formed a wall of flesh and steel, dragging the mangled survivors back from the front line. The Royal Doctors, their robes already soaked in green and blue blood, worked with trembling hands. They moved the injured into the palace interior, desperate to save what remained of the kingdom's elite.
Inside the medical ward, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the copper tang of death. Queen Morlin lay on a slab of white jade, her body a map of ruin. The doctors used every high-tier restorative pill in their inventory, but the energy of the black hole she had carried had left "void-scars" on her internal organs.
"Her meridians are shattered," the Head Physician whispered, his voice cracking. "Only a miracle or the intervention of a High-God can bring her back from the Yellow Springs now."
Back on the plaza, Zayn Stone watched the slaughter with a fury that threatened to destabilize his own cultivation. He saw Thrain perform the legendary "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch" . Thrain didn't move his legs; he simply manipulated the spatial fabric to bring his targets to him. Fifty Ministers were suddenly gathered into a single point in space, like fish in a tightening net.
"If we cannot block him, we must drown him in our own essence!" the Lead Minister roared.
The remaining 100 Ministers understood the silent command. This was the Life-Burning Formation, a forbidden ritual that used the user's very longevity as fuel. Simultaneously, 100 men bit their tongues and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
The blood didn't fall; it evaporated into a thick, golden-red fog that blanketed the plaza. This was the "Slow-Motion Domain." Inside this fog, time and space became as viscous as cooling lava. Every movement Thrain made cost him ten times the energy. It was a tactical "clogging" of his divine flow, designed to force his core to burn out faster.
Thrain's demonic face twisted. He felt the resistance. His internal core, already straining, began to throb with a heat that would melt iron. He didn't flee the fog; he rose above it.
"Ants," Thrain hissed. "You think a mist of blood can halt the march of a God?"
He raised his hand, summoning the Grand Volt once more. Violent thunders surged into the Fighter Team, which was already reeling from the loss of forty high-ranking members. The lightning was precise and cruel, seeking out the weak points in their formation.
Zayn Stone, seeing his people being vaporized, knew he had to transcend his Tier 8 limitations. He closed his eyes, visualizing the absolute stillness of the primordial frost. His Ice-Soul Bow began to vibrate, its string humming with a frequency that froze the air molecules around it.
"Absolute Zero: Ancestral Prison!"
Zayn released seven arrows in rapid succession. They didn't aim for Thrain's heart. Instead, they struck the ground in a perfect heptagonal pattern around the General.
Instantly, seven pillars of Divine Ice erupted, reaching toward the sky. These pillars didn't just emit cold; they radiated the concept of Stasis. In the world of high-tier cultivation, this was a clash of Dao. Thrain represented Infinite, Violent Energy, while Zayn represented Absolute, Motionless Cold.
The Light and Lightning elements wreathed around Thrain began to sluggishly dim. The lightning bolts frozen in mid-air looked like jagged glass sculptures. For a moment, the God-State was halted by the sheer will of a son fighting for his mother's legacy.
Thrain's frustration reached a boiling point. The core within him was now a sun on the verge of supernova. He reached into his interspatial ring and withdrew an ancient, weathered scroll that transformed into a scepter.
"The Light of Unforgiveness."
This was a Tier 4 Divine Artifact, a relic from the era of the first Dwarf Kings. It didn't just summon a storm; it created a Sentient Tempest. A hurricane of black wind and white lightning enveloped Thrain, acting as both a shield and a multi-directional weapon.
"Arthur!" Zayn's voice echoed through the telepathic link. "He's using artifacts! A Tier 3 master of his age has at least seventy or eighty divine tools in his treasury. If he starts cycling through them, we won't last ten minutes!"
Jai, standing amidst the rubble, his mind working at light speed, replied: "Endure! Every artifact he uses puts more pressure on his core. He's trying to finish this quickly because he knows he's a walking bomb. I just need... I need to see the flaw!"
Jai signaled Winston. Despite being a Tier 5, Winston possessed the Spectral Eyes, a rare ocular trait that allowed him to see the "Breeze of Mana"—the subtle flows of energy that even Tier 1 masters could miss.
Winston ascended on a platform of wind, hovering at the edge of the storm. His eyes turned a milky white as he analyzed the God-State of Thrain Ironhand.
"Arthur!" Winston shouted through the artifact. "I see it! The pressure is too high! His vessel is cracking!"
"Where is the essence leaking?" Jai demanded.
Winston squinted, his eyes bleeding from the strain of looking at a divine entity. "I see Gold Essence! It's leaking from his chest... directly over his Heart! It's like a sun-bleed!"
Jai's mind clicked. In the Five Elements of the body, the Heart is the Monarch, the seat of Fire. The Gold Essence was Thrain's very life-fire escaping because his "Monarch" could no longer command the vast energy.
"What else?"
"There's Purple Essence!" Winston gasped, his voice trembling. "It's leaking from the lower back... the Kidney locations! It's thick, like dark wine!"
Jai nodded grimly. The Kidneys are the foundation of Essence and Water. The Purple leakage meant Thrain's "Root" was rotting. He was standing on a foundation of crumbling sand.
"One more, Winston! Look at his head!"
Winston screamed as he pushed his eyes to the limit. "White Essence! It's pouring from his eyes like ghostly tears! His Seven Orifices are beginning to fail!"
Jai stood tall, a grim smile finally appearing on his face. He understood the mechanism now. Thrain was like a high-pressure boiler with three primary safety valves that had been forced open.
The Heart (Gold): His emotional core and spiritual center.
The Kidneys (Purple): His physical stamina and ancestral foundation, and
The Eyes (White): His perception and mental clarity.
"Listen to me!" Jai's voice projected to every surviving Minister. "The God is not invincible! He is leaking his divinity to stay alive for a few more minutes. We don't need to break his armor. We need to strike the Leaks! If we widen the holes in his Heart, his Kidneys, and his Eyes, his core will lose its containment and he will explode instantly!"
The solution was found, but the execution was a nightmare. Thrain, even while leaking essence, was still a Tier 3 calamity. To strike his heart or his eyes, one would have to bypass The Destroyer and the Light of Unforgiveness.
"Zayn! James! Winston!" Jai unsheathed his sword, the gold light of the Chenwongo lineage finally reaching its peak. "We are going to fight with him once and all. Jai shouted his voice full of control and filled with confidence :"Soldiers this is the last moment for us to win this fight, come and support me i lead all of you to the Victory".
Thrain, sensing the shift in their intent, let out a roar that shattered the remaining windows of the palace. The final fight of the iron legacy has started.