CHAPTER 664: THE BATTLE IS OVER?

It was as if the world cracked.

The very fabric of space screamed as a dome of invisible pressure fell like the fist of a god.

Ships collapsed. Hulls snapped like twigs. Entire floating fortresses were crushed mid-air before they could hit the ground, folding in on themselves like paper in a firestorm.

The creatures below didn’t even get to scream.

Feline warriors were flattened, bones imploding. Shields failed. armor ruptured. Those flying or standing too tall were driven face-first into the dirt, jaws shattering, organs crushed.

And in the center, the White Lion King staggered back a step.

His knees buckled.

A snarl tore from his throat. "WHAT IS THIS?!"

BOOM.

He dropped to one knee from sheer gravitational pressure.

Even his divine-level physique couldn’t resist a hundred thousand times the natural gravity pressing down from every direction.

The Sand Cat Demoness beside him collapsed immediately, her body writhing, skin splitting as her spine gave out.

The Snow Leopard, who was lying on the ground, growled., "I told you before. You can’t trust the humans at all."

Above it all, Mark simply stood on the cliff, coat rippling against the updraft.

"YOU—DARE—TO SUPPRESS—ME?!"

The White Lion King howled with fury, golden mane flaring with violent ether. The air warped around him as his power surged, tearing open small rifts in the gravity field. He resisted the gravitational pressure, the sole among thousands of lying felines around him. However, even then, he couldn’t move properly. He could only make slow but heavy steps, his gaze was on the cliff, his enhanced sight captured Mark.

Mark, up on the cliff, couldn’t help but rais an eyebrow. "Tough bastard. But, it’s fine... Gravity Dome isn’t the trap. It is to make sure none of you run away."

Then he snapped his fingers. "Let the fireworks begin."

Boom.

One mine went off.

Then a second.

Then a third.

Then, everything, every inch of soil, every ship’s underbelly, every carefully planted charge across the entire dome—exploded in a chain reaction that sounded like the end of the world.

Mark didn’t wait on the cliff, though.

He shot upward, coat trailing behind him as he surged into the stratosphere, far above the blast radius. The AI had already created a wind tunnel around him for rapid ascent.

Below him?

Hell broke loose under the anti-matter mines’ explosion, one after another, covering hundreds of kilometers of surroundings, completely enveloping the feline forces.

The combined detonation created a shockwave so massive it flattened mountains and evaporated lakes within a breath.

By the time the smoke cleared... 28,564 feline creatures were dead.

Slain in a matter of seconds

The ground was gone, a crater spanning ten thousand square kilometers replaced everything. It looked like a meteor had collided. Ships were pulverized. Ash floated in the air like dying snowflakes.

And at the center, lying face down in the rubble, twitching slightly, was the only survivor.

The White Lion King.

His once-pristine armor was shattered. His golden fur was matted with blood and burned. Half his mane had been blown off. One eye was swollen shut. Even his divine core aura was flickering—like a candle struggling to stay lit in a hurricane.

He coughed up blood. Then another mouthful.

"Y-You..." he rasped, barely able to move. "You... lowly mongrel... how..."

Up in the sky, Mark hovered, face unreadable, watching the crater below.

"You indeed have tough skin," he muttered. "But it doesn’t matter..."

Buried halfway into the shattered earth, the White Lion King trembled.

His arms refused to lift. His knees no longer responded. His lungs barely worked under the crushing weight of the still-active Gravity Dome.

And then—

Flick.

A soft crack in the air. A ripple of light, and Mark appeared before him.

The White Lion King’s eyes barely rose. He growled, throat thick with blood.

"W-Who... the hell are you...?" he spat. "How does... a transcendent human wield this much power...?"

Mark didn’t answer at first. He just smiled calmly and casually. Then said, "It’s the power of science, when it’s combined with magic."

He stepped closer, each movement slow, deliberate, and merciless.

The White Lion King’s claws twitched, but his body wouldn’t obey. Gravity pinned him like a bug under glass. His mouth moved as if to insult again, but the words caught when Mark raised his hand to the sky with his palm open.

"But before you die," Mark then said, "I want you to know why you’re dying. I want you to know why this war suddenly blew up, all of a sudden. Why the Feline Empire is falling."

He stared down at the beast who once ruled armies. "It’s all because you took Anan away from me. My Anan."

The White Lion King blinked.

And for the first time since the battle began, his expression changed.

"Anan?" he rasped. "Prince... Anan?"

Mark’s gaze hardened, his calm smile fading into something colder.

The White Lion King’s eyes widened in sudden realization. Rage began to fill the cracks of his pain. "So... you’re that thief," he growled. "The one from the mortal realm... the bastard who..."

Mark cut him off, stepping even closer.

"You’re the thieves," he said, voice like ice. "You’re the ones who dared to snatch away what belonged to me."

He didn’t give him time to react.

With a single flick of his wrist...

"Activate, Thunderblast."

The sky split open.

A bolt of purple lightning descended like divine wrath. It didn’t crack with thunder. It didn’t flash. It just descended straight to the target’s head.

*Zzzz*

The White Lion King didn’t get an opportunity to scream.

The moment the strike connected, his entire body disintegrated. Muscle, fur, bone, even his core, were erased.

All that remained was ash.

Mark stood over it.

Then he exhaled slowly and turned his eyes toward the far horizon and muttered. "You’re next... Demon Cat Empress."

After a while;

At the night campsite on the other side of the world, the Commander and others were quietly waiting in the barrier, hiding their presence. Lan Xia was there, standing anxiously.

It had only been a few minutes since they entered, and the Commander’s medallion glowed suddenly, and a message was received in Mark’s voice. "Commander, the enemy is defeated, none escaped, and none are alive. You may return to the site."

As the news was relayed to the rest, many cheered and others were awed. Lan Xia clutched her chest in relief.