A golden beam of light could be seen from everywhere on the battlefield. It seemed to have split the heavens and earth in half, and its power commanded authority. At the sight of the golden awning, the Saint Oracles fell into despair and closed their eyes. They had fought Grunt for more than an hour and were exhausted. Faced against Grunt's burst of power again, none of them could dodge it. Dax and Neil were also anxious to help, but neither had the strength left in them to do anything except to watch everything unfold.

In the nick of time, two streams of light burst into view from over the horizon. One was green, and one was red—no one could ignore them. The light streams were like lightning, and they intercepted Grunt's beam of golden light in mid-air.

The three forces crashed in the air, and a huge boom echoed after the initial hit. Grunt felt a force reverberate from it and was pushed a few steps backward.

"Who's butting their head in this?" Grunt roared in anger as he glared