Legacy of the Void Fleet

Before the Thunder Knight could react, the Destruction Spear pierced through his chest.

A split second later—it detonated.

A blinding, concussive blast erupted in the sky—a miniature cataclysm, suspended between heaven and earth. The shockwave rolled across the clouds and down toward the ground, sending windstorms across the horizon and shaking the Void Fleet’s warships in orbit.

And as the light faded, the form of the Thunder Knight began to disintegrate—his armor cracking, his limbs fading, and his presence dissolving like smoke under sunlight.

William sat motionless, still hovering in the air. His breathing was calm. His cultivation still cycling.

He had endured yet another divine onslaught.

And the tribulation… still wasn’t over.

This was only the seventh lightning tribulation—with two more remaining.And those final two... were not just powerful.They were the ultimate test—meant to decide whether William was truly worthy of stepping into the Genesis Law Comprehension Stage.

Above, the dark clouds churned once more.But this time, the rumble was different.

To the members of the Void Fleet, it no longer sounded like thunder.It sounded like multiple beasts roaring—howling in unison, filled with divine rage.

The pressure increased exponentially.

Lightning began to gather again in the skies. But something strange was also happening—something subtle. Something only a few noticed.

Kallus’s eyes narrowed.

He understood.

He’d experienced this before—his own tribulation had once enveloped half of Origin Planet, shaking it to its core. And now, he watched with grim understanding as the skies responded to William’s defiance.

Just beneath the swirling clouds, a shape was forming.Not within the lightning, but within the cloud layer itself—a shadow... an outline. One so vast and indistinct, it was almost imperceptible to the untrained eye.

But not to Kallus. Not to his mother.Not to Evelyn Luna. And not to their awakened companions.

The three shared a glance—no words were exchanged.Only a nod.Then their attention turned back to the skies.

Because the real test had just begun.

And like before, the lightning took shape.

But this time—not one warrior.Two.

The first was slimmer, sleeker than the bulky knight from before. His body was sculpted from lightning, flowing and elegant, and in his hands, he held a long, divine bow. The thunder swirled around him like a storm ready to be unleashed.

The second was cloaked in long robes made of flickering thunder threads, looking every bit the image of a mage. Lightning coursed through his form like blood through veins, his arms raised high as power crackled between his fingers.

With a thunderous roar that shook the world more violently than before, the sky itself bent—gravity ceased to exist for a brief moment, and chunks of the ground began to float into the air.

And then—they attacked.

The Archer of Thunder moved first. He drew back his bowstring—though no arrow was present at first.

But the moment the string reached full draw, a blinding arrow of lightning formed instantly—its head shaped like a thunderbolt, its shaft sparking with divine energy. Then, with a mighty crack that shattered the sky, the archer released.

The arrow tore through the air like a comet, shaking the void and distorting the space around it.

But that was not the end.

Before it could reach William, the arrow multiplied.From one to two.Two to four.Then dozens. Hundreds.

In seconds, there were thousands of arrows, forming a massive circular formation in the sky—spinning, rotating, all converging upon William from every direction like a celestial storm of death.

And while William watched through his divine sense, the Thunder Mage completed his own spell.

A massive spear of fire, lightning, and spatial energy coalesced above him—far larger than anything before. And with a silent command, the mage hurled it downward, letting it follow closely behind the arrow storm.

Their intention was clear.

The archer’s massive barrage was meant to distract William, overwhelm his senses and defenses.

So that when he focused on deflecting or destroying the arrow storm...The mage’s spear—the true killing strike—would land and destroy him.

It was a flawless, divine combination—two tribulation beings working in sync.

And now, it was up to William—to decide how he would survive this onslaught and make it out. Whether he could escape unscathed… or at the very least, not too badly damaged.

William saw the twin divine attacks incoming—and without hesitation, he made his move.

With a thought, and using the surging abundance of lightning-element energy flooding the space due to his ongoing tribulation, he split his will and created two Avatars—both forged entirely of lightning. They were not just puppets. These Avatars were extensions of himself, infused with his intent, power, and battle instincts.

As they formed, the tribulation sky crackled.

One Avatar was draped in mage robes, its arms glowing with inscriptions of runes made of lightning. The other wore the form of an archer, nearly identical in posture to the thunder archer attacking him.

The two Avatars roared in unison—a challenge to the tribulation spirits themselves.

Then the mage-avatar moved first.

Its hand rose toward the sky, and in a calm yet powerful voice, it incanted:

”Advanced Elemental Magic: Lightning Element – Cyclone of Thunder!”

In an instant, the air above the mage-avatar twisted.A colossal tornado of yellow lightning formed—crackling, spiraling with terrifying speed. Sonic booms echoed as thunder coiled in its wake.

The storm grew larger and larger—until, from the Void Fleet’s perspective, it looked as if it could swallow the Earth’s moon whole.

Then—just as the thunder archer’s thousand-arrow barrage reached the storm—it happened.

The arrows struck the spinning cyclone like pebbles flung at a celestial vortex.Some were shattered instantly.Some were pulled inward and dissolved by the violent lightning currents.But others survived, their destructive lightning energy being torn apart—yet absorbed into the cyclone itself.

The mage-avatar saw this and acted swiftly.

He redirected the growing storm—upward, toward the descending spear of thunder fire launched by the thunder mage.

The two massive constructs—Cyclone of Thunder and Spear of Thunder fire—met in midair.

Then William cut off the mana supply to the cyclone, destabilizing it.

And just like that—they collided.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

A blinding explosion followed.

Flames ignited the very air. The shockwave tore through the surrounding sky, burning and rupturing clouds.

Within a 10,000-mile radius, the very atmosphere trembled.The force was so great, it destabilized several surrounding mountain ranges. The outer edges of the Endless Forest—once protected by spiritual formations—were shaken, though the inner region remained untouched.

Kallus, observing from afar, noted two invisible force fields protecting the forest core. He recognized them, but didn’t dwell on the detail—his focus was elsewhere.

Because the other Avatar—William’s archer-form—had been waiting.

Waiting for the exact moment the mage counterpart released its spell.

Now it was his turn.

With calm precision, the archer-avatar began preparing its counterstrike—even as a massive destructive energy swirled above, a colossal mushroom cloud of thunder and annihilating fire looming in the sky.

The Thunder Knight had no idea—

From below, the archer-avatar calmly raised its longbow skyward, aiming through the dispersing cloud of lightning and destruction fire that still shimmered above the battlefield.

The Thunder Knight and his mage companion were hidden from plain view behind the colossal detonation, but the avatar didn’t need to see them.

He could feel them.Two signatures—massive, divine, furious—hovering in the heavens.

Drawing back the bowstring with immense control, the avatar began to channel power. The sky around him shimmered and howled as two massive arrows formed at the bow’s nock—each over four meters long, forged entirely from pure blue thunder, their tips glowing a deep dark red, pulsing with destructive elemental force.

These tips weren’t just weapons—they were anomalies, eroding air and space itself in a ceaseless destructive cycle, the ambient mana screaming in protest.

As the arrows compressed into normal-sized projectiles, the avatar spoke:

”Annihilation Series: Bow Style – Twin Annihilation Arrows.”

The bowstring snapped.

Two arrows—composed of condensed thunder, destruction, and spatial annihilation—exploded from the bow.

They screamed through the air, traveling faster than thought, faster than lightning, tearing holes in the very fabric of space, vaporizing any air they touched, accelerating even further.

They passed through the mushroom cloud overhead like divine drills, punching twin holes clean through it—never slowing, never dispersing. As they cleared the destruction mist, they locked onto their targets—the twin Thunder Constructs, unaware, still recovering from their last attack.

There was no time to react.

No time to dodge.

The first arrow struck the Thunder Archer directly in the chest, exploding with silent fury—consuming it in a storm of disintegration that reduced the divine construct to flickering motes of energy.

The second arrow hit the Thunder Mage squarely, cracking its core before detonating in a flash of destruction so pure, so violent, it collapsed the surrounding mana field entirely for a split second.

What followed was a hailstorm of thunder and annihilation, as both constructs were erased, every trace of their being obliterated.

Only after their forms were completely destroyed—only when nothing remained but whirling lightning dust—did the divine echoes of their presence finally dissipate.

And with that—the eighth tribulation ended.