The death of a Tier-6 powerhouse didn’t just leave a physical void; it shattered the metaphysical hierarchy of the battlefield.
As the charred ash of the Fiend Sect Elder scattered across the Silent Plains, the remaining thousands of Mutant Beasts froze. The maddening effects of the Beast-Attracting Powder, which had driven them into a suicidal frenzy just moments before, evaporated under the crushing, suffocating weight of Leo’s Tier-3 Nihility Divine Thunder.
Mutant Beasts operated on pure instinct, and right now, every survival mechanism in their primitive brains was screaming the exact same message: Apex Predator.
A massive, heavily armored Siege Rhino—a beast known for mindlessly trampling anything in its path—took one look at the violet arcs of lightning coiling around Leo’s arms
