Chapter 1030 Crushing Nine Lords

• "That's it—I'm finished!" Silly Wyrm muttered, oddly calm. He exhaled, not regretful, only resolute. From his Cosmic Pouch, he pulled a single, ivory-leafed cabbage—the last gift Rosemary had pressed into his claws. He bit down hard, savoring its bittersweet crunch like a final memory.
• The very next heartbeat, heaven cracked. A thunderous roar rolled over the plateau as White Tiger's strike drenched the spot where Silly Wyrm stood. For all his strength, Silly Wyrm was only at Early Judgment Phase; against a Category Four titan, he was driftwood in a storm.
• At the instant annihilation should have come, Cloud Wyrm flashed through raining sparks, a radiant wall of scales. Steel and starlight collided as he intercepted the blow. "Bang!" The shockwave bent mountains, sent spectators stumbling. Two demon lords—allies moments ago—now clashed fang to fang, chaos blooming without warning. Mouths fell open across the field. "Uncle!" Silly Wyrm cried, voice trembling with disbelief.