The wind stirred Naraku's hair, resembling seaweed, as pale purple light enveloped him.

The person continued to ascend, and his vision expanded.

It was as if he had activated a full-map view over this area.

He could see the plains, mountains, Treasure Users, Giants, and Angel Envoys rushing towards here.

The fighter jets in the sky, drones, and beyond were a vast array of reconnaissance planes.

If he so desired, everything would appear within his sight.

Naraku stood in this supreme altitude, hearing no sound except the wind.

Do the gods survey the world in this manner?

Naraku inevitably linked his thoughts to the god who created the world but never showed itself.

Its existence or non-existence had become a mystery among nations over a long time.

Some believe, some don't.

What foolishness.

If there truly were gods, Naraku would disdain them.

Having such immense power yet choosing not to sit above and govern the world, instead opting for seclusion.

Allowing rumors and contemptuous words to clamor among humanity.

After becoming a god, Naraku would tolerate no blasphemy.

Naraku raised his right hand, and the Shikon Jewel on his neck radiated light.

"Ah!"

The Dread Emperor let out a roaring sound, the intense noise vibrating the sky like thunder.

The wild wind surged through the world.

The steps of the Storm came to a halt, his giant instincts detecting an extremely hazardous presence.

Something lethal was about to befall him, even the hair follicles on his body warned him!

The Storm gazed into the distance, the faces imprinted on the Dread Emperor's upper body simultaneously opened their mouths.

Torrent flames brewed in their mouths.

In the darkness, the flames were exceptionally conspicuous, and the moment the Storm saw the light, his world ignited.

Unlike the previous fireballs, the Dread Emperor directly spewed flames across dozens of kilometers.

Flames cascaded from the night sky like a galaxy.

The radiant flames dispelled the surrounding darkness, as the Storm swiftly clenched his fists and punched forward with force.

Bam!

The air burst, and the fire wave in front split open with a punch.

The surging flames fell to the ground in two halves, instantly melting the rocks, a mass of magma appearing, yet the flames continued to gush forth.

The Storm bellowed in rage, swinging his fists continuously, trying to use the gale of fist to repel the flames.

But under the endless waves of fire, the gale of fist was gradually compressed.

The intense heat began closing in on the Storm's body, sweating evaporated, moisture in his eyes and body drained rapidly.

Crack, his lips cracked, the scarlet blood oozed and solidified in less than a second.

The Storm found breathing difficult, as his vision darkened; he desperately wanted to summon the Giants' intense fighting passion.

However, facing such terrifying heat, he felt only suffocation, like a rooster buried in soil and thrown into a furnace.

Desperation of awaiting death spread through his heart.

"Damn it!"

The Storm's voice grew incredibly hoarse, his punches weakened, and the surging flames instantly consumed his body.

From head to toe, the ground instantly turned into magma.

The person within the flames turned from black to scattered gray ashes.

...

"Ha! Ha!"

The raging stream of fire vanished.

The previously chaotic signals returned to clarity.

"Phoenix Academy Maggie, Ayatsuki Ayaka, Aozawa, are you all okay?"

The voice from the command control center pulled Ayatsuki Ayaka's brain from its muddled state back to consciousness; she swept around, the scalding magma bubbling on the ground.

Only Phoenix Academy Maggie managed to preserve the land's nature using her Sword of Promised Victory.

The intense heat on both sides prevented sweat from forming on the three, only a strong oppressive heat lingered in their hearts.

Ayatsuki Ayaka glanced at the two and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Phoenix Academy Maggie shook her head.

This time they barely withstood this wave of fire attack.

What about next time?

As she pondered these matters, she quickly inquired through the earpiece, "What is the situation with the casualties from this attack?"

"It's very serious, we've completely lost contact with the Giants' forces; 21 Treasure Users cannot be contacted.

The losses of fighter jets and drones are still being tabulated."

The voice from the earpiece was laden with fatigue.

The battle had only just begun, and their losses were already unimaginably high.

And the enemy had likely just started warming up.

How should they fight?

The strategists in the command control center felt bleak about the future, holding little hope for victory in this war.

The Expeditionary Force was likely facing annihilation.

Even Phoenix Academy Maggie, upon hearing such absurd war damage, fell silent.

She looked at the Dread Emperor under the night sky, her heart equally confused.

What should they do?

If their enemy continued this assault, they might be eliminated before even reaching them.

Phoenix Academy Maggie pondered briefly, then took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling as she exclaimed, "Ayatsuki, throw the Spear of Death that Pierces Through at the Dread Emperor.

Aozawa and I will grip the spear shaft and use the momentum to close in.

Once close, Aozawa, use all your power, and release Will-o'-the-wisp as much as possible to trap the Dread Emperor.

Create a brief distraction for the Dread Emperor and let the remaining forces attack together!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie specifically emphasized the word all your power to remind Aozawa.

At this moment, don't worry about whether Infinity Big's authority is useful or not.