Cain burst out of the sky-blue flames born from the explosion of the Soul Beast in less than a second. His armor remained nearly pristine, not even a visible dent marking its surface—but beneath that flawless exterior, the impact had reached him. His internal organs trembled, and a thin line of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.
The Sacred Treasure granted him overwhelming power. It had elevated his strength and endurance to the Fourth Realm—but it was still incomplete. The blows of the Eternal Soul King and the combined forces of the battlefield could still penetrate that defense.
Bit by bit, the damage was accumulating.
'If I were a true Fourth Realm lifeform,' Cain thought, his gaze sharpening, 'I could wipe them all out without effort. But right now… only my body has reached that level.'
Around him, the strongest warriors of the Eighth Realm surged forward, their killing intent blazing like a storm.
