The smoke of battle had yet to clear, and waves of heat rolled across the landscape.
The surface of G-01 Floating Island had been thoroughly scoured. Its once-indestructible fortifications were now like melted candles. Steel twisted into grotesque angles as molten iron dripped and sizzled.
BOOM!
A massive shadow crashed down.
The Tier Three Fusion Beast smashed down hard in the center of the control room's ruins, kicking up a roiling wave of dust.
The behemoth's scales were shattered, its body a mangled mess of flesh and blood, but the intense pain only stoked its ferocity.
Han Feng stood atop the beast's head, one hand tucked in his pocket, gazing down at the scene below.
His gaze pierced through the lingering flames, settling on two pathetic figures amidst the ruins.
"Well, gentlemen. How do you like my return gift? Potent enough for you?"
His voice was calm, without the slightest hint of breathlessness after such an intense battle.
