The aura emanating from the figure on the throne surged like a mighty, turbulent wave, pressing down wave after wave upon Xu Tiancai and his companions. Though dazzling, the light carried a heart-stopping majesty, akin to the gaze of an ancient deity, causing their very souls to tremble slightly.
Xu Tiancai gripped his Divine Artifact tightly. Sensing its master's tension, the weapon emitted a faint hum as multicolored light danced across its surface like a nimble, luminous serpent. His gaze remained resolute as he looked straight at the Mysterious Figure on the throne. "To fulfill our mission, we will not retreat."
A'gang slammed his Battle Axe heavily onto the ground, sending a slight tremor through the floor and kicking up a shower of tiny sparks. He grinned with unyielding determination and roared, "Come on! No matter what you are, I, A'gang, will take you down!" Muscles bulged across his frame as boundless power seemed to churn within him.
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