Within the trembling domain, while Kyle continued his brutal assault on the others, the old Celestial woman desperately tried to crawl away from the glacial flames that had engulfed her arms and legs—freezing them solid like blocks of ice. Her eyes widened in horror when her frozen limbs cracked, then shattered into glittering particles of frost.
A cry tore from her throat, disbelief laced with pain in her voice. Instantly, her power surged to life, desperately trying to mend her body. But her mind was screaming.
Impossible.
Utterly, absolutely impossible.
How could a mere 4th stage Celestial possess this much power? How could someone so young make her—a majestic 5th stage Celestial—feel this helpless?
Every shred of logic rebelled against what she was witnessing, but the pain told her the truth. This wasn't a battle anymore—it was a one-sided brutal beating.
And Kyle… he wasn't just strong.
He was something else entirely.
But how?