*BOOM!*
The Nether Devilarch's strike split the heavens. The massive bone sword sliced down, creating a crescent-shaped wave of dark energy that roared across the sky. Space was torn apart in its path, and the very clouds recoiled in fear.
At the same time, three artifacts lit up in unison around the towering devil. One was a drum that released invisible shockwaves, another a mirror that inverted spiritual perception, and the third a glyph scroll that bound movement through spatial disruption.
All of them targeted Davis.
Yet, as the air twisted and suppressed around him, Davis didn't retreat. He didn't even blink.
Instead, he calmly raised his hand. Two of his three cultivation systems surged in tandem.
The space around him stilled, the shadows beneath his feet stretched unnaturally, his pitch-black soul force surging like a rising tide. The pressure of the three artifacts stalled for a moment against the pressure unleashed by Davis.
