บท 844: Incoming Doom

For now, three Suns were fighting the good fight. The battlefield was a maelstrom of energy and fury, a swirling vortex of power that threatened to consume all who were caught in its path. Tao Yang, who seemed to be healing considerably fast and fusing more and more with her own soul, was gaining strength with each passing moment. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destruction that tore through the enemy lines with reckless abandon.