It was the sound of fists crashing into fists, a mixture of rippling, rock-hard flesh and iron.
In what seemed to be a grand hallway, walls lined with flaming red candlelight flickered, while gems embedded in the hundred-meter-high ceiling above provided illumination, allowing the figures present within to be clearly seen.
An orderly arrangement of about a hundred beings stood in the hall.
They were humanoid creatures, towering at three meters in height, their red skin stretched over bulging muscles.
They were dressed in scanty wraps of what seemed like beast skin, slung over their waists.
Hanging from their arms were the teeth of beasts, threaded together by thick, hanging strings—similar adornments wrapped around their necks.
From their maws, two huge fangs jutted from their lower jaws, reaching up to the sides of their nose, gleaming as sharp as the blade of a hardened warrior.
About fifty of them stood to the right, another fifty to the left, leaving a small open area between them.
On the ground, in between this space, lay a carpet the colour of deep crimson—indistinguishable from freshly spilled blood.
It stretched forward, leading up to a suspended platform, where, at its end, a bone throne stood.
The throne was adorned with the heads of beasts and humanoid-looking skulls.
Seated upon it was another one of the same kind—except he was around six meters in height, twice as tall as the ones below him.
By his side stood three others, each about five meters tall, standing in silent reverence.
This was a throne hall, filled with DrocGoblins. The air reeked of barbarism.
The sound of gentle steps resonated through the hall.
The King DrocGoblin raised his hand, halting the pounding of fists. At once, all eyes turned toward the entrance of the grand hall.
A figure slowly stepped through the crimson-red door that marked the entrance.
A loud sound echoed as the doors burst shut behind the figure.
Yet, whoever it was did not turn back at all, the shadows from the candlelight dimmed their presence.
The sound of a seemingly sharp object trailing along the dark, gem-like ground rang out, the friction causing small sparks that illuminated the figure's feet.
Emerging from the shadows took only a matter of seconds.
The figure came to a stop—feet just one centimeter away from touching the crimson carpet.
"An ant at the Core Stage of the Dominion Plane dares venture into my realm? How interesting. Really interesting…"
The Drocgoblin King's voice rumbled through the hall as he eyed the lone figure standing before him.
It was a feminine figure, standing at a height of 1.8 meters.
She wore a breathtaking suit of silver armor that fit her body perfectly—crafted from a metal so polished that it gleamed like moonlight. Golden accents ran along its ridges, tracing delicate yet strong patterns that enhanced its regal appearance.
Her arms were covered in golden gauntlets stretching from her fingertips to her elbows, her fingers ending in sharp, claw-like tips—exuding an air of elegance and lethality.
Her legs were encased in golden greaves extending from her thighs down to her feet, with knee guards slightly raised, resembling the wings of a celestial being.
Her long, golden hair was tied into a thick braid that cascaded down her back, and on her head sat a golden crown—shaped like sharp, rising spires—making her no different from a deity.
Her eyes glowed with the same golden hue as her hair.
In her gauntleted hand, she dragged a golden spear behind her—its sharp, glowing edge cutting effortlessly through the ground like butter, leaving behind a faint trail of sparks.
Around her right hand, one could see runic symbols forming in circles, pulsing with an intense arcane power.
Below her feet, symbols constantly appeared, forming a magic circle that radiated waves of overwhelming energy into the air.
"Interesting. Really interesting…"
The Drocgoblin King's lips curled into a boisterous grin.
Many he had faced in his lifetime. All had perished by his hands.
Some were weak. Some were strong.
Some he had defeated within seconds.
Some had nearly taken his life.
But if there was one thing he was good at, it was recognizing whether someone was weak or strong.
The cultivation base of his challenger was the first thing that gave him the clearest indication that the person before him was unworthy of even standing in his presence—judging by her pitifully low cultivation level.
Yet… her presence was unlike any he had ever encountered.
Everything about her—from her shining armor to the glowing energy surrounding her—made her seem beyond this world.
A being of light, of duty, of unstoppable strength.
A stark contrast to her cultivation base.
The sound of her spear twirling through the air rang out as she spun it around her palm before gripping it firmly.
The entire ground trembled as she stabbed the spearhead into the floor, leaving it there.
Her gaze scanned the room, pausing briefly on the three generals standing before the throne, before finally settling on the Drocgoblin King.
"I've come for your head, Drocgoblin King."
Her calm voice, barely above a whisper, echoed through the hall—yet it was as if it had been spoken directly into the minds of all present.
The Drocgoblins' eyes widened in shock.
The Drocgoblin King, however, only smiled sadistically.
Slowly, he raised his hand—then commanded:
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
Powerful roars erupted from the DrocGoblins as they shot toward her with terrifying speed, their massive fists crashing toward her from all sides.
Yet, all she did was take a single step forward.
She raised her hand… and clenched it into a fist.
The sound that followed was as if the entirety of space had been trapped within her grasp.
A deep wave of golden aura exploded from her figure.
A circle of magical runic lines appeared beneath her feet as thousands of golden particles burst forth—slamming into the incoming horde of Drocgoblins.
And that… was when the true horror began.
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