The bolt from the Thunderbolt Pernoa surged through the onslaught of Breath, undeterred by its immense power. It maintained its course, piercing through the chaotic tempest. Meanwhile, Eugene shielded himself from the residual shockwave of the Breath using Gedon's Shield.

The shield possessed the ability to nullify anything it intercepted, but Eugene remained uncertain about directly blocking the breath attack, even with Gedon's Shield. Furthermore, he doubted his ability to withstand the tremendous mana depletion that would accompany such a feat.

He strategically evaded direct hits, prioritizing blocking the attacks that threatened to pull him closer. Eugene cleared his mind of any unnecessary thoughts, including those concerning Vermouth, the Moonlight Sword, and the Demon King of Destruction. Dwelling on such matters was futile. His sole objective now was to eliminate the Demonic Dragon.

Eugene pressed forward, defying the relentless onslaught of Raizakia's attacks. Amidst the chaos, he caught sight of the Black Dragon suspended in the midst of the enveloping darkness. To his surprise, Raizakia showed no signs of astonishment at Eugene's unscathed advancement. Instead, a twisted smile curved upon the dragon's lips, his eyes gleaming with sinister delight.

Fwoosh!

Raizakia's tattered and ragged wings unfurled, unleashing a tempestuous flurry of Dark Energy. The destructive force cascaded down upon Eugene like a torrential storm.

Eugene could not hear Tempest’s voice. As he feared, the Spirit Kings seemed to have no influence in this space. But even if he had Tempest’s help, Eugene knew it would have been impossible to counter the storm with one of his own.

It was impossible for him to break through from the front. He could block the dragon’s attacks with Gedon’s Shield, but he didn’t want to unnecessarily...