Chapter 192: The Sky-Shaking Dragon's Roar

Kaga stood her ground, arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Little sister, aren't you so concerned about Shingin? Don't you want to save him? Then go ahead, try to wake him up."

Her words pierced Riyugi's heart like sharp needles. Riyugi's brows furrowed deeply, her hands clenched into trembling fists. She was indeed worried about Shingin's condition but feared that approaching him would provoke him further.

"Weren't you going to save him? What's the matter? Too scared to come closer?" Kaga sneered, her tone laced with endless mockery.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Riyugi forced down her fear, jogging a few steps forward. Her voice trembled, laden with guilt and sorrow. "Shingin... Shingin! I'm sorry—I was wrong!"

Her voice was feeble against the roaring violet-yellow storm surrounding Shingin, almost swallowed by the tempest. Yet, those words seemed to touch something deep within him.

At the storm's center, Shingin abruptly raised his head. His eyes, blood-red, burned with anguish and madness. Whether Riyugi's words had stirred a buried fury or his mind had already reached its breaking point, no one could tell.

"You all... want us dead…" His voice was low and hoarse, dripping with despair and hatred. Suddenly, he erupted into a feral roar, "I'll make you all pay!!!"

The ground trembled violently as a deafening rumble filled the air. Riyugi, caught off guard, was thrown back by an explosive shockwave, landing hard on the ground.

"Aahhh!" she cried out, disoriented, dust clouding her vision as she scrambled to regain her footing.

The violet-yellow whirlwinds began to contract rapidly, violent currents drawn to Shingin's body as if pulled by an unseen force. The storm's center tightened, spinning faster and faster. The suffocating pressure in the air intensified, as though the very fabric of the world was bending under this force.

Eventually, the storm fully enveloped Shingin, swallowing him whole. In a final pull, even the faintest trace of his presence vanished into the vortex.

"Shingin!" Riyugi struggled to her feet, her voice hoarse with desperation. Yet the storm's violent aura kept her from moving closer.

The swirling storm drilled into the ground, creating a massive vortex. Dust and debris choked the air, tearing the sky and earth apart. At the core of the whirlwind, a blinding light suddenly erupted, shattering the chaos. Amidst the brilliance, a figure rose slowly, their clothes billowing in the turbulent winds as if one with the storm.

From within the radiant storm, Shingin emerged, floating mid-air. His gaze no longer held warmth—it was consumed by cold fury and unrelenting wrath. An aura of overwhelming dominance surrounded him, suffocating all who dared stand in his presence.

His form no longer resembled that of an ordinary man but rather a herald of destruction, returned from the depths of hell. The flames of violet and yellow danced around him, searing away all doubt and hesitation.

Riyugi stared at him in stunned silence, her hand clutching her chest. Her heart pounded violently, threatening to break free from its cage.

"Shingin…" she whispered, her voice so soft even she could barely hear it.

But Shingin didn't answer. He hovered above them, his icy gaze sweeping over Kaga, Riyugi, and everyone present, emanating a chilling murderous intent.

"Is that... really Shingin?" Riyugi's voice trembled as her mind struggled to reconcile the monstrous figure before her with the gentle, steadfast Shingin she once knew.

Kaga stood at a distance, watching with a satisfied grin. Her mocking voice rang out, dripping with scorn. "Riyugi, this is the Shingin you care so much about. He's a monster now. Can you even control him?"

Riyugi's heart sank, tears welling in her eyes but refusing to fall.

Shingin's presence was suffocating, his aura like hellfire, consuming everything around him. His coat billowed wildly in the storm, a dark banner of doom.

He raised a hand and pointed skyward, his motion calm yet imposing. The sky darkened instantly as if summoned by his command. Rolling thunderclouds swallowed the heavens, forming an oppressive black curtain.

Thunder roared, its echoes reminiscent of ancient beasts awakening. Lightning slashed through the clouds, blinding and merciless. Heaven and earth seemed to converge, the storm awaiting only his signal to unleash its wrath.

The scene was overwhelming. Even the earth trembled as if anticipating its own end.

Shingin's crimson eyes scanned the ground, locking onto Kaga and Riyugi with an icy, destructive resolve. His lips moved, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade:

"Let the heavenly dragons descend…"

Kaga's smirk faltered, replaced by a hint of fear. She shook her head, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to maintain composure. "That move? Shingin, you've used it before. It's nothing more than a—"

Before she could finish, Shingin's gaze shifted, his lips curling into a chilling smile. His voice dropped lower, dripping with malice:

"Devouring Armies."

At those words, the heavens tore apart. The thunderclouds were ripped open, revealing colossal dragons emerging from their depths. They were massive, their bodies stretching across the sky as if to engulf the world itself. Each scale gleamed like forged metal, their eyes glowing with ancient fury.

These dragons were no mere illusions; they were real. Their roars shook the heavens, the sound waves distorting the very air. Their presence exuded destruction, an apocalypse incarnate.

The cityscape below seemed insignificant beneath the dragons' might. The mountains in the distance bowed under their pressure, and the air grew thick with fear and despair.

Kaga's confident facade shattered completely. Her lips quivered, and she stumbled backward, her voice barely above a whisper. "This... This isn't possible... Shingin can't do this…"

Riyugi fell to her knees, her legs unable to support her under the weight of such power. She stared at Shingin, her voice barely audible. "Shingin… Is this the pain you've been hiding all this time?"

Above them, Shingin remained still, a grim arbiter of annihilation. He raised his other hand, and the dragons roared in unison, their voices heralding an unstoppable end.