“What did you say?” Thundura's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening.

Adrian snorted and replied, “I don’t intend to repeat myself.” A powerful divine aura surged around him as he spoke, signaling that there was no room left for retreat.

Thundura's body crackled with thunder, and the dark clouds above began to part. Within the roiling clouds, Adrian could see numerous daemonic soldiers brandishing their claws. It was clear Thundura was serious, having brought more daemonic minions than Adrian had anticipated.

“Adrian, it looks like we’re in serious trouble!” Tyron warned.

Adrian laughed heartily and replied, “Yes, but I believe good will prevail over evil. No matter how fierce these daemonic creatures are, they can’t match us.”

Everyone agreed with his optimism, but Thundura taunted coldly, “Is that so? Then let me shatter your beautiful dream!”

Without warning, a blood-red thunderbolt shot from the sky, targeting Adrian.

Adrian smiled coldly and said, “Bring it on!” He soared