Path of Absolute Transcendence

The Natine King, witnessing the swath of destruction carved by Mordain, felt a surge of fury unlike any he had known. His soldiers, his people, were falling before this harbinger of death, and a primal rage took hold—a king's wrath for his kingdom's plight.

The Naline King, perched upon his war steed, saw the shift in his adversary's eyes and knew his secret weapon had struck true fear into the heart of Natine. With a cold, calculated smile, he launched himself at the Natine King, unleashing the full might of his cultivated power. A maelstrom of energy erupted from his hands, a storm aimed to obliterate.

But the Natine King stood unyielding, his form a bastion amidst the tempest. The assault that would have razed mountains to dust, that would have turned rivers to steam, seemed to wash over him like a gentle breeze. He was a monolith of resolve, and the Naline King's fury did not so much as singe his royal cloak.

With a thunderous roar that echoed across the battlefield, the Natine King's form blurred into motion. He crossed the distance between him and Mordain with the swiftness of a divine wind, his every step an earthquake, his every breath a gale.

Mordain, turned just in time to see the avenging force that was the Natine King descend upon him. There was no time for the slaughter of innocents now; survival demanded his full attention. He immediately formed a barrier around to brace the impact.

The clash was cataclysmic. The ground beneath their feet cracked and groaned, and a shockwave of power rippled outward, throwing soldiers from both kingdoms to the ground.

To help mordain from his plight, the Naline king attacked again; but the torrent energy went through Natine king and didn't do any harm.

But the energy annihilated the soldiers below him and formed a huge bit. It didn't descriminate between friends and foes, everyone within the attack range were killed.

Mordain joined with Naline king in mean time. He knew defeating Natine King by himself was impossible. The two of them regrouped and looked mordain with cautiously.

The reason they formed a team wasn't because Natine king's overwhelming strength, it was because of the fragment that he held.

The fifth fragment's ability was called [Phase], which allows the user to momentarily pass through objects and energy.

By using this ability, Natine King was able to escape the torrent of attacks and stop Mordain, otherwise the battle would have ended sooner.

Although using [Phase] ability consumes a lot of energy, it was problem for Natine King because of his cultivation level.

Mordain, was the first to strike, his hands tracing arcs in the air that materialized into spears of dark energy, hurtling towards the Natine King with lethal precision. The Natine King, his focus unwavering, parried each strike with his blade, a dance of steel that deflected the deadly barrage.

The Naline King joined the fray, his own power a torrent that sought to engulf the Natine King. His attack doesn't seem like a warrior instead he used spells like a magician which he did using his control over law.

Naline King unleashed a series of rapid-fire spells, each one a bolt of concentrated force that exploded against the Natine King's defenses, shaking the ground and distorting the air with their impact.

The Natine King responded with a roar, his own energy surging forth in a dazzling display. He summoned a shield of radiant light that absorbed the onslaught, and with a counter-attack, sent a wave of kinetic force that knocked his assailants back.

The three combatants were locked in a cycle of attack and counter, their movements a blur of speed and power. Mordain's strikes grew more ferocious, the air around him crackling with the dark energy he wielded. The Naline King's spells became more intricate, weaving a complex web of magic that sought to ensnare the Natine King.

But the Natine King was undeterred. With each move, he demonstrated why he was the ruler of his people, his tactics as sharp as his blade. He dodged and weaved, his counter-strikes a testament to his skill and his determination to protect his kingdom.

The clash of their powers was a spectacle that none could ignore. The ground beneath where the three kings fought was scarred and blasted, a testament to the might of their powers.

As the battle wore on, it became clear that this was a stalemate. Neither side could gain the upper hand, their powers too evenly matched, their resolve too strong. The Naline King's cunning had brought Mordain to the field, but the Natine King's strength and skill had answered the challenge.

'It can't drag this anymore' Naline king thought while catching his breath.

Fighting two people with similar cultivation level consumed more energy than he thought and he decided to swiftly end the battle before he was unable to fight.

His domain which didn't harm anyone and stood silently began to shook.

The entire battle field became silent, no noises where heard, whether it was clashes of sword or collision of energy, everything became silent.

But the weird thing was that everyone was still fighting, only noise ceased to exist.

"What are trying to my dear brother? Do think this will help you win the war?" Naline King sneered and mocked him.

Although both of them were brothers, they have shown their trump cards to each other when they were still unite, so Naline King doesn't know about this domain power.

'Idiot, you'll pay for you arrogance'

The Natine king didn't reply and smirked.

Naline King didn't talk further after seeing the confidence in his brothers face

"Attack him with everything, don't give him time for whatever he's doing" He ordered Mordain.

Mordain unleashed a torrent of power upon the Natine King. He arrived before Natine King and punched towards his heart. The air around Mordain crackled with dark energy, his hands weaving an intricate web of weird symbols that pulsed with ominous light.

The ground beneath their feet became a canvas for the battle of wills, etched with the scars of their conflict. Mordain's attacks were relentless, a barrage of dark orbs that streaked across the battlefield like comets of doom. Each one hummed with malevolent energy, seeking to disrupt and destroy.

The Natine King, for his part, was a fortress of calm in the eye of the storm. He moved with a precision that belied the urgency of the situation, his blade parrying the onslaught of dark energy with deft strokes. His counterattacks were measured, a series of ripostes that turned Mordain's own power against him, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth.

The Naline King, positioned himself above the skies, far away from the Mordain and his brother. Then, he began to attack; With each movement, his hands summoned the raw elements of nature, calling forth streaks of lightning that split the heavens and descended with a fury aimed at the Natine King.

The Natine King, encircled by the tempest of his foes' making, was a vision of indomitable will. As the bolts of lightning cleaved through the air towards him, he moved with an otherworldly grace, his form a blur against the backdrop of battle.

Each bolt was met with the swift arc of his blade, a gleaming edge that sliced through the electric snarl, dissipating the lethal energy into the ground where it left nothing but scorched earth.

Mordain's assault was a relentless downpour of dark energy, a cascade of power that sought to overwhelm. Yet, the Natine King stood firm, his stance unbreakable. With a deft motion, he summoned a barrier of force that turned the tide of dark magic, redirecting it back towards the earth, where it exploded in plumes of shadow and light.

The Naline King, undeterred by the Natine King's resilience, intensified his efforts. His fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, each one a rune of power that amplified his control over the storm. The sky above became a canvas of his will, each lightning bolt a precise stroke of his intent, each thunderclap a punctuation of his determination to break the Natine King.

But the Natine King was a force unto himself, a bastion amidst the onslaught. His eyes, alight with the fire of his spirit, never wavered.

As the Naline King's lightning sought its mark, the Natine King raised his blade high, channeling his own power into the steel. The blade glowed with a brilliant aura, a beacon in the darkening world.

With a mighty cry, he swung the sword down, cleaving through the air, and a wave of energy erupted from the blade, shattering the incoming bolts into a thousand harmless shards that rained down like a shower of stars.

But Natine king wasn't able to hold on for a long time. Injuries appeared on his body and his Armor also began to crack unable to endure the impact of two peak Tier 4 cultivators.