Wave after wave of violent shock rippled outward, crashing into the Conferred God Array with devastating force. The structure trembled violently, fractures splintering across its surface before spreading like wildfire.

The shockwaves hurled the advancing powerhouses back once again. Even Yegor’s cyclone—previously held in place by the purple-gold light—was lifted and thrown high into the void.

At the center of it all, Allie staggered backward hundreds of thousands of light-years, her eyes wide with shock.

Then, the explosions ceased.

On the Conferred God Platform, a sacred purple-gold glow flickered—and within it, a tall, steady figure emerged. A young man stood there, long hair flowing without wind, his presence commanding the entire battlefield.

“James…” Allie whispered, her voice trembling with fury and unwillingness.

She had been so close. Just one step away from victory.