The four great generals tried to withstand the Dark Tempest Strike, but the dark energy was too powerful.
The storm's fury tore through their hardened exoskeletons, breaking them apart. From the sheer force of Dark Tempest Strike, the left side of the forest was completely annihilated.
Every single Red Titan died from Goro's power. The forest looked like it had been destroyed or had suffered a long drought. The black lightning burned the trees, leaving charred remains.
The earth was scarred with craters and cracks everywhere.
Goro stood in the center of the ruin, breathing heavily but with a victorious look. The once thick forest was now a wasteland, the destruction a testament to his overwhelming strength.
The air smelled of burnt wood and ozone, and the ground was littered with the shattered remains of the Red Titans.
Goro landed back on the ground, smiling with satisfaction. "Now, that's more like it," he said, his voice echoing with confidence.
