The Descent of Malevolence

As time passed, the fierce battle among the five top-tier creatures intensified, and the battlefield expanded to tens of thousands of meters. Rampant energy poured forth, rapidly evaporating the seawater below. Dazzling lights pierced through the deep night, illuminating the sky. Yet, beneath this mesmerizing spectacle lay an absolute danger zone. Any creature attempting to approach would be instantly annihilated.

Shaun's face turned pale, blood staining his lips. His body was marked with bloodstains, and his aura had weakened considerably. Despite his formidable strength, which could rival that of a newly ascended pseudo-god, he still struggled to withstand the combined assault of his adversaries.

"Have I lost again?" he muttered to himself, his expression becoming calm. He had always been afraid of death, but when death was truly about to descend upon him, an unprecedented courage rose from the depths of his heart.