The earth split open, monsters roared like thunder. The Earth Devourer burst through the ground—a grotesque, bloody peak of flesh shooting skyward, writhing its way up the Mountain Giant’s colossal leg. It fought desperately, it wanted nothing more than to break free, but Jack Young stood steady atop its head, and every time it struggled, Jack would flash to a nearby metal pillar.
A palm struck—sometimes soft, sometimes fierce. A kick landed—sometimes rigid, sometimes smooth.
With every punch and kick, waves of strange energy shot down the metal pillars, straight into the Earth Devourer’s depths. It churned its blood, threw its movements into chaos. No matter how it thrashed, in the end it could only slither up the Mountain Giant’s thick leg like a venomous snake. Its jaws—ring after ring of nightmare teeth—gnawed hungrily at the Mountain Giant. Rocks exploded, and after ten thousand years of digging, the Earth Devourer was finally causing some real damage.
Boom! The Mountain Giant moved, stirring up a wild storm with a single step. Like a hero from myth wrestling a wicked serpent, it swung its arms—pillars of heaven—down at the Earth Devourer. To a human, its movements might seem slow, but from Jack Young’s view, it was like a mountain crashing down from the sky. Meanwhile, the Earth Devourer’s muscles churned, trying to squeeze all the metal pillars out of its body.
Ringwraiths are never easy to handle.
Whoosh! Jack’s eyes narrowed, snow swirling as his whole body turned to icy jade—he’d activated his Ice Form. Blue light flashed and danced; Jack darted like a crackling arc of electricity, weaving between dozens of metal pillars. The pounding blows—soft and hard—rose and fell like a wild, thunderous symphony.
The Earth Devourer whipped its head in agony, smashing hard into the Mountain Giant, desperate to break free and regain control. But in the end, its body betrayed its will. Awkward, twitchy, totally out of sync—but even in its wild flailing, it dodged most of the attacks, then sank its teeth deep into the Mountain Giant’s lower back.
Crash! Stone skin shattered, the Mountain Giant’s lower back wounded, its movements thrown off. But that sky-shattering palm still landed squarely on the Earth Devourer’s tail.
In that instant, the tough, solid Earth Devourer was suddenly as fragile as a French baguette—where the palm struck, its flesh caved in, deep and brutal. Unimaginable force piled on, again and again, exceeding what any body could bear, until that spot just snapped and exploded.
Bang! Like thunder cracking midair. Every spectator felt their whole body tremble—even their gums were shaking. They watched as that gigantic bug was smashed open, a huge rotten wound torn in its flesh, and the sound was like ten thousand drums pounding all at once.
So, boom! Rocks flew everywhere, the wind howled and swirled. The guards atop White City could literally see the gnarled old trees growing on the Mountain Giant’s arm—yeah, it was a whole mountain, all right. Their minds went blank. They just knew they were toast. That massive hand, five fingers spread, loomed over them like a twenty-story skyscraper, coming down with the force of a five-fingered apocalypse.
Suddenly, their view was blocked by a swarm of black leathery wings—Wyverns, ugly as sin. The guards lost all hope. Who even needs the Mountain Giant? The Atlas Sky Cannon was half wrecked already, and just these nasty flying beasts could destroy everything.
Galadriel and Gandalf’s faces twisted in worry. They gritted their teeth, throwing everything into their magic, but forbidden spells aren’t exactly a walk in the park. Lightning crackled everywhere, burning Wyverns to crispy black bits, but the beasts just kept coming, jaws wide, looking meaner than ever.
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The magic’s glow was swallowed up by those leathery wings.
The sparkle of hope faded from the eyes of every soldier in the allied army.
But right then, all the Wyverns suddenly let out a terrified screech. Something blazed through the air—a scorching streak of light. No one could see what happened, but right where the Wyverns were packed tight, a massive, overwhelming presence exploded into being.
It was a total, undeniable suppression of life itself.
ROAR—!!
It was like a dragon’s song, a majestic roar that shook the sky and reached the clouds. The sound waves rippled out in golden rings, sweeping everything away. The swarm of flying ants was shattered in midair, turning into endless black dust that scattered with a whoosh. Then, red light blasted out from the gaps in the wings, tearing through every barrier.
Wings, flesh, bone—everything collapsed, everything exploded. The crackling sounded like a thousand firecrackers going off at once. In the blink of an eye, the Wyverns were torn to shreds by the shockwave—skin ripped, muscles shredded, bones obliterated. When they landed, the thuds sounded just like sacks of rotten potatoes hitting the ground.
The sky was suddenly clear.
Dust filled the air, golden sparks drifting everywhere. When the smoke cleared, a platinum-blonde woman stood at the magic circle. Stray lightning crackled around her, zapping her again and again, but in the glow of dark gold, the electricity just fizzled out, barely tickling her.
“It’s her?!” For the first time, Galadriel saw Jill Young truly unleash her power, and the shock was beyond words. That silhouette, about as tall as Galadriel herself, radiated a sky-splitting, earth-shaking aura.
Ten years honing a sword, its frosty edge never tested. Today I show it to you—who will fight for justice?
She’d been training and meditating for a whole year, and today, she finally emerged—a single roar, and the world trembled.
But this was nowhere near her limit.
From Galadriel’s angle, right in front of Jill Young, that five-fingered mountain was coming down to crush everything. The wind whipped, her hair flew wild, but Jill just grinned—a sharp, cocky smile. “Excited yet?” she asked.
Excited? Who’s excited?
Galadriel blinked, noticing Jill’s left hand clutching something—wait, was that a shield? No, it looked like a shield at first, but on closer inspection, it was wrapped in a glow no ordinary person could see. In that glow, streaks of light flashed—phantom blades, spears, axes, hooks, and more, shifting and shimmering, almost alive.
That was the Sunblade Core, nurtured for a whole year—now, it was ready for the final showdown.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—the Sunblade Core hummed, pulsing with obvious excitement.
“Excited? Good, because I’m excited too.” Jill swung her right arm, the mysterious lines of power glowing across her fist, like the world’s coolest tattoo, spreading over her whole body. At this range, she didn’t even need telepathy—she just sent her inner voice booming a thousand miles: “Jack, one second.”
“One second?” Jack’s reply came instantly: “No problem, I’ve got this. Go for it!”
“Alright!” Jill charged forward, straight at the giant hand blotting out the sky. Boom—rocks exploded, streaks of light shot everywhere, she was a burning meteor. From dead stillness to blazing speed, she leapt across the heavens in a blink. Light flashed, brilliance burst, and she slipped right through the cracks of the five-fingered mountain, shooting straight for the Mountain Giant’s massive head—like a bullet aimed right at its brain.
"She—she's going to—"
"No way!"
"Is she really—!"
Everyone—attackers or defenders—just stared, jaws dropped, as Jill’s whole body blazed with power. It was like her veins were on fire. The energy surged, boiled, erupted, and dragon-shaped shadows leapt from deep inside her, wrapping around her.
One dragon—!
Two dragons—!
Three dragons—!
Three dragon shadows swirled around her, radiating a pressure that made every living thing tremble with fear. But that wasn’t all—a golden glow flared at her side, more dragon roars, and another dragon shadow joined in.
Four! Four whole dragons’ power!
In a flash, Jill was right in front of the Mountain Giant. She stomped down, a ring of force blasted out, and she kicked off the air itself, landing in the perfect spot.
A human in front of the Mountain Giant looked like an ant next to a person. But when this ‘ant’ drew her fist, dragons swirling around her, her aura shot up like she was about to flip the world upside down.
Boom! Thunder cracked in midair. When your physical strength hits a certain level, even your blood can shake the heavens.
Boom—Jill Young punched out, the hardest, boldest, most heroic punch, smashing straight into the Mountain Giant’s forehead.
Flesh and rock collided, no frills, just pure force.
Crack, crack—space itself shattered like broken glass, spiderwebs of cracks spreading everywhere. After a whole year of training, Jill finally got the hang of this unique punch.
This punch came from her personality, her strength, every sleepless night and every little moment. It was the prototype of her own martial art—no one else could punch like this, not even Master Yang.
Like Master Yang’s advanced inner fist, this move was a heavy hitter you couldn’t just throw around. But when you did—monsters couldn’t handle it, ghosts got obliterated.
Temporary name—Obliteration Fist.
Crack, crack—time itself seemed to freeze. Everyone just stared, watching the cracks of destruction spread. Five meters, ten meters, fifteen—the shattering lines reached out in all directions, like a mirror breaking again and again. Anything caught in that zone—matter, energy—was doomed.
Next second, all that energy hit its peak.
Boom! Like dynamite blasting a mountain, the Mountain Giant’s forehead exploded. Chunks of rock shot out in every direction.
At the same time, with Jack Young in control, the Earth Devourer whipped its head around and chomped hard on the Mountain Giant’s knee from behind.
“Awooooo—!”
For the first time ever, everyone heard the Mountain Giant’s voice. It was so deep, so huge, words couldn’t describe it. Just hearing it, you understood what ‘strongest under the gods’ really meant.
But that sound was pure pain.
Boom—earth shook, White City’s houses kept collapsing. Even a simple move from the Mountain Giant brought devastation. But this time, the troops weren’t crushed by despair—because this step wasn’t an attack.
The Mountain Giant… backed off.
It was like someone smashed a bottle on its head and whacked its knee with a chair leg—the Mountain Giant groaned, clutching its forehead, stumbling back a step. A small step for the Giant, but a giant leap for the whole battle. After a moment of shock, the Allied Army went wild.