"Solar Tyrant Spear Art—Final Sun Annihilation!"
The heavens themselves bent. The blazing spear stretched skyward, blotting out sight, its light threatening to incinerate everything in the arena. The crowd collapsed to their knees, unable to look directly at it.
But Tian Lei did not flinch.
His emerald death-god stepped forward, roots clawing through the shattered stone, vines latching onto fragments of the ruined stage to anchor him in the storm. His eyes were sharp, steady, burning with a cold inevitability.
"You burn…" Tian Lei whispered, his spear tilting downward, deathflame gathering like a storm of shadows. "But I bury."
Emerald qi detonated. His phantom swelled monstrously, hollow sockets blazing as it raised its colossal spear. From the cracks of the stage and the drifting rubble, countless emerald roots erupted—binding the air, chaining the light, forging a graveyard in the sky itself.
"Death-Dominion Spear Art—Funeral of Eternity!"
The air collapsed into silence.
