He gritted his teeth, clutching the Original Dragon Scale left by Astra in his hand, preparing to face the final impact.
Just as he was about to use this trump card to escape his predicament, a completely different aura descended without any warning.
This aura was calm and ancient, like mountains that had weathered millennia, steady and profound.
The once-violent and chaotic Magic Power instantly calmed, and the terrifying pressure bearing down on everyone receded like a tide.
The giant claw of blood in the sky, less than ten meters from Raylo's head, abruptly froze solid.
Raylo looked up in astonishment.
He saw a hand.
A giant hand, reaching down from above the clouds.
That hand blotted out the sky, its shadow blanketing the entire Blood Lake.
The giant hand seemed to move slowly, but it was actually descending with incredible speed.
Its target was the several-hundred-meter-long Demon Serpent coiled above the Blood Lake—the form Najasha had taken.
'What is that?'
