Qzatquizail’s tentacle started tearing the world apart.

The Crack grew wider and bigger, and there was an incessant tremor that seemed as if it would collapse the empire. It seemed impossible to survive the earthquake that Qzatquizail was causing by striking at the ground as if it were trying to level the entire northern mountain range.

“Gerard!” Juan was furious, and he approached Gerard. Gerard neither dodged nor attacked Juan. He only concentrated on tearing the world apart until Juan got even closer to him.

However, the tempestuous winds and the debris flying everywhere were dangerous enough to threaten Juan’s life. Juan’s flame seemed small as a candle flame amidst a great storm.

However, Juan gritted his teeth and stubbornly stepped into the air to walk toward Gerard. He finally pulled out Sutra. Sutra, which had turned into a dark gray color, started heating up as the flames in the middle of Juan’s forehead began to burn.

“If this world is meaningless in your eyes, then why are you trying to destroy it? First of all, this fight is between us!” Juan roared.

The crown’s flame grew bigger and brighter as Juan got even closer to Gerard. The flame turned from red to blue before eventually turning white.

Gerard also took out his crown. The flame from Gerard’s crown wasn’t only much bigger and brighter than Juan’s, but the light was so bright that it couldn’t even be seen anymore.

“The true owner of the crown is clear,”...