The black energy erupted, swallowing the attack.
All 30 divine swords shattered before reaching him.
Primus moved with inhuman speed.
He grabbed Valandor by the neck.
Squeezed.
Valandor's arms flailed—useless.
Then he threw him aside like a ragdoll.
The heavenly beasts weren't done.
Fire blasted toward Primus—one, two, dozens, hundreds of beams.
He didn't dodge.
He didn't even flinch.
He absorbed every single blast, energy rippling over his body.
The air burned.
The lava trembled.
The mountain shook.
And still, Primus stood.
He didn't even object.
Not in front of Valador.
Primus's fist smashed into Valador's jaw.
BOOM!
Valador shot into the air like a comet, spinning violently.
Every angel. Every deity.
They jumped backward.
BOOM!
Thirty heavenly beasts opened their jaws wide, each one firing a concentrated blast of divine energy toward Primus.
Every beam landed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The air itself trembled. The ground cracked.
But Primus didn't flinch.
