Against anything below Level 6, an Integration Stage powerhouse had no match. Rather, it was like a higher dimension being walking among dwarves from a lower dimension.
If he still used to leave debris behind him, now that the Integration Stage general had decided to go for a swift resolution of things, everywhere he passed, he melted both living beings and war tools, leaving neither life nor machinery in his wake.
Leaving his men behind, he plunged deep within the enemy lines, then spun around, his cape of lava growing with each high-speed spin. He turned his energy into a vortex of death that swallowed the swarm of enemies.
He only spun for three seconds, but it was like a hurricane had been through the area, taking away everything and leaving only a void. His eyes swept through the engagement zones that remained as he stopped, and he frowned.
It was being too easy, too simple.
"Clear the battlefield as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir!"
