Brrrrrr!
The sand tsunami rose over Damian with such terrifying scale that its crest seemed to brush against the clouds. Countless tons of divine sand surged forward in a roaring wall, swallowing the horizon beneath its shadow.
Dozens of Bachi clones rode upon the violent waves, their robes snapping behind them as they descended toward Damian with murderous intent burning in their eyes. Every clone carried a weapon formed from condensed demonic force, and the combined pressure of their presence made the already unstable desert realm tremble beneath them.
In the face of such an attack, Damian did not retreat.
He remained standing in the center of the battlefield, his cold gaze fixed upon the approaching tsunami. A mocking smile slowly spread across his face as though the sight before him was not a deadly assault but an amusing attempt to entertain him.
He did not move. He simply stretched out one hand.
BOOOOM!
