Chapter 245
"Inferno Vortex," Han muttered, his voice low but firm as he stretched out his hand.
He soared through the sky, his eyes narrowing the instant he saw Ronan, Balor, and Little One being pressed back by the advancing earth warriors.
Without hesitation, he poured an immense surge of energy into the skill, forcing it to the brink of its limits.
A deafening roar split the battlefield as a colossal vortex of blazing fire descended, spiraling downward like a storm of molten fury.
It smashed into the front lines of the earth army with the weight of a falling sun, consuming hundreds of soldiers in a single devastating sweep.
The shockwave sent cracks racing through the earth, leaving the battlefield drowned in smoke, flame, and screams.
The horde faltered—stunned, bewildered by the sudden devastation.
Han's boots touched the ground softly, almost unfitting for the destruction he had unleashed.
