"Hmm!"
Ricky's compound eyes deepened, swirling into an abyss of pitch-black starlight, reflecting no mercy, no hesitation—only extinction.
In the very next instant, his aura erupted.
A tidal wave of spiritual pressure exploded from his body, so dense it distorted the air and dimmed the sunlight.
From every pore of his chitinous frame, dark smoke spilled forth, like a shadowy tide flooding outward. It slithered and rolled across the battlefield, devouring light, spreading dread.
Then—something changed.
From deep within him, another spiritual field emerged, fainter and far less refined—but alive. It surged forth in tandem with his main spiritual field, and then, with a soundless quake, the two merged.
The result was cataclysmic.
The united force surged forward, crushing everything in its path like an unstoppable stormfront of spiritual annihilation.
At that moment, Ricky's spiritual field was no longer just an aura.
It was a force of nature.
Boom!
