Chapter 333: Indescribable Majesty

Dandara swallowed hard. Even though she could feel a colossal danger lurking behind her, she ignored the threat without hesitation.

She spun her body with extreme agility. The two daggers glowed with a sinister purple light, summoning a devastating cyclone of miasma that whistled through the air as it sliced through everything within reach.

"AHH!"

Agonizing screams echoed as the eleven attackers were hurled away. Two of them had their weapons shattered and their bodies sliced apart.

With a single, seemingly simple and casual movement, she had repelled more than ten individuals whose raw level was considerably higher than hers.

From a distance, the wolves watched the scene in absolute shock.

Was that really someone from their race? Their hearts simply couldn’t comprehend it.

For people who had been born and spent their entire lives carrying the feeling of being weak and pathetic, that stigma had become deeply ingrained in their souls. Seeing Dandara felt like an unbelievable dream.

Dandara snorted disdainfully, staring at the nine survivors as she shook her head.

"You’re workers from my 11th Branch, and you’ve been living a pretty comfortable life here, haven’t you? You’ve gotten used to never taking risks and started thinking you’re the kings of this planet. Looks like I’ll have to do the Elder Leader a favor and exterminate this trash."

A bone-chilling shiver ran down the men’s spines. The gap between their power and Dandara’s was like the difference between heaven and earth.

"You should be fighting and giving your lives to protect the people of my homeland, but instead you chose to act like cowards, treating lives like disposable toys. What’s the difference between pieces of shit like you and the Sorcerers? Do you think you’re better just because you smell a little less foul?"

Dandara’s voice dripped with fury, and her killing intent escalated with every passing second.

Memories of her childhood on this planet surfaced. She remembered the Sorcerers’ previous invasions, when the sect workers had acted in exactly the same way: hiding without ever risking their own lives, using the native Beasts as living shields to buy time while begging for reinforcements.

Dandara hadn’t remembered this because she had been too young. But during one of those invasions, her mother had died. Her father had always told her that it was purely because of the negligence of those cowards.

She had never imagined that she would get the chance to collect that debt. With her current power and prestige within the sect, she could eradicate that scum without the slightest remorse.

"Don’t try to fool us with your lies! Let’s all go together, kill this bitch!"

Those men realized they had crashed into a wall of steel. Their only way out was to desperately fight for survival. If they turned their backs and tried to flee, they were certain they would die even faster.

Their swords trembled as black light erupted from them, while they thrust their blades toward Dandara.

She merely sneered.

*CLANG!*

Dandara’s dagger intercepted the sword of the group’s leader, who had taken the lead.

Without needing to invoke any complex technique, the sheer force of her dagger shattered the steel blade in half and drove straight into the man’s chest, causing him to explode into a bloody mist.

When the others moved in to surround her... Dandara didn’t even bother turning her head.

Dense miasma emerged from her body like an unholy aura. Moments later, the violet smoke took shape.

*PIERCE!*

Massive miasma spikes, more than three meters long, condensed in the air and impaled all the attackers simultaneously, piercing through their heads until they exploded.

Behind her, the wolves remained in absolute silence, stunned.

She lightly snorted, casually shaking the blood from her clothes.

Suddenly...

*Clap, Clap, Clap*

Dry, measured clapping echoed through the surroundings.

Dandara immediately turned around, staring at a male figure who had materialized a few meters away, looking at her with an expression full of sarcasm.

He was thin and short, with pointed ears, dark skin, and dark hair. He wore a black robe and had striking amber-colored eyes. Around him, a corrupt aura distorted the very fabric of space.

"Very good. I never expected to find such an excellent Beast specimen," he said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Congratulations. I’ll accept you as my new Corrupted Beast."

Dandara’s eyes narrowed. Since she was a half-Beast, technically, the Sorcerers could use almost the same nefarious method to subjugate her and turn her into their puppet.

The man’s voice sounded calm and gentle, but Dandara felt her body being crushed by a colossal force.

That man was a Sage. However, his power was anything but normal. She had already witnessed the strength of countless Elders from the sect; even when they were furious, the pressure they exerted was absurdly inferior to that of this figure.

It was as if... the world itself was converging upon her, suppressing every fiber of her being.

With nothing but his willpower and aura, he had completely paralyzed Dandara’s movements.

Could that be what the Celestial Priam had mentioned?

"Go fuck yourself," Dandara’s dry voice escaped between her teeth with visceral intensity.

At that very moment, her eyes took on a pulsating red hue. The surrounding atmosphere began to hum.

Miasma flowed around her figure like an unholy cloak, while the emerald-green of her hair and the whiteness of her skin faded beneath the dark mist.

"Oh? This is getting more and more interesting. Disciplining you will definitely be fun. As your new master, I’ll make sure to take care of this personally."

In the center of the figure’s forehead, a golden rune lit up with a divine radiance.

"!"

Suddenly, Dandara felt all of her power freeze.

It was an absolute and overwhelming suppression. However, the source of that pressure did not come directly from the Sorcerer, but rather from the heavens... from the world itself.

The laws of existence seemed to reject Dandara’s presence, wanting to crush her while strictly bending themselves to the will of that individual.

"Hehe... I don’t have much time to play around with you. I’ll wipe out this entire place quickly and activate the Corruption Domain. Stay right there and watch."

He softly sneered, watching Dandara’s eyes tremble with fervor. The pressure was so monstrous that she couldn’t even breathe.

Behind her, the wolves watched everything in sheer horror. Why did such a terrifying entity have to appear here?

"My daughter... no..." the old alpha stammered, consumed by a sulfurous mixture of hatred and despair.

Before, he hadn’t cared about dying because he knew Dandara was safe, far away from that hell. But now, everything he loved most was about to be annihilated before his eyes.

Why did the world have to be so merciless?

Every cycle of his existence had been marked by dangers, deaths, and bloody losses. He had fought his entire life to his limits, yet it had all been for nothing. Where was the justice in that?

**BUZZZZ!**

The Sorcerer casually waved his hand, and the very fabric of space-time began to distort.

The entire planet felt the will of that overwhelming figure, as if it were experiencing the end of the world itself. That monster was truly prepared to exterminate every living being there without wasting another second.

The mantle of pain and despair covered the souls of all the Beasts.

Dandara, immobilized, simply kept her gaze fixed on that enemy.

The Sorcerer glanced at the girl, wearing a sadistic smile. However, in the very next millisecond, his eyes narrowed as he sensed that something was deeply wrong.

He expected to see panic and despair reflected in those pupils... but there was none of that.

It was as if she feared nothing — or rather, as if she knew that death would never reach her.

’Why...?!’

The figure’s thought was abruptly cut off by instinctive terror.

When he turned his head...

A horrifying blur was already upon him. A black fist advanced, carrying an unimaginable weight capable of collapsing heaven and earth.

All of Priam’s consciousness and attention were condensed into that single strike. In fact, he felt as though he had completely fused with Anake; there was no longer any division between warrior and weapon.

It was the first time Priam had experienced such a transcendent state. That mysterious and overwhelming sensation proved that choosing to use a type of weapon had been the right decision.

In the same millisecond, the Celestial Sorcerer felt an icy shiver reach the depths of his soul.

It was the terrifying sensation of facing an ancient monster that had just awakened from its millennia-long slumber.

His heart trembled with fear, but his magical barriers could not be raised in time. His only alternative was to counterattack head-on, using every last drop of his power.

**KBOOOOOM!**

The earth exploded violently the moment the two fists collided. A colossal seismic shockwave spread for hundreds of kilometers in every direction.

A devastating windstorm erupted in all directions, raising a monstrous barrier of earth and dust.

Faced with that cataclysm, the expressions of all the Beasts changed. The old wolf roared with the last of his strength: "Everyone, get down!"

*WOOOOOOSH!*

The creatures felt as if they had been struck by a tsunami. An incessant pressure wave swept across the ground, threatening to tear apart the flesh of anyone who remained standing.

When the dust storm finally began to settle, the old alpha was the first to dig himself out of the ground, having been buried beneath several meters of earth.

As he looked around, his heart trembled.

A deep and colossal crater had been carved into the center of the battlefield. The amount of earth thrown into the air had flooded the surrounding forest, burying vast stretches of woodland.

Dandara also emerged from the rubble, completely free from the suppression that had paralyzed her.

Farther away, the other Beasts began crawling out of the ground. Although they were injured by the secondary shockwaves, miraculously, none of them had died.

At the epicenter, the dust slowly dissipated, revealing two figures standing face-to-face.

On one side, Priam remained standing perfectly upright, emanating a colorless aura of power that caused the very space around him to crack like a spiderweb.

He looked like a supreme Sovereign who had descended into the mortal world, carrying a disdainful air that challenged the very laws of the world. His clothes and long hair fluttered in the breeze of destruction, granting him an indescribable majesty.

On the other side, facing him head-on, stood the Celestial Sorcerer.

One of his arms had been completely obliterated. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes remained fixed on Priam.