Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1371 I'm done playing with you

Being only a Demigod Phantom, the Stoneheart Titan avatar lacked complete solidity. It glowed with an ethereal transparency, seeming illusory and nearly breakable.

Orion carried no armaments.

This fight avoided the ring of metal; instead, it pitted pure Divine Power against unyielding Will.

ROAR!

"You have a death wish!"

Minothelion proved no easy foe. As a [Second Step Demigod] Wraith, he possessed tremendous might.

Roaring in fury, he rushed ahead without pause. His four dark, serrated horns targeted the Titan's torso directly, aiming to skewer the colossal figure.

Orion reacted at astonishing velocity. Four enormous palms extended swiftly, seizing the advancing horns in a clamping hold.

A deafening crash resounded from the collision, yet Orion remained steadfast, halting the creature's advance completely.

What followed shocked all onlookers.

With Minothelion restrained, Orion's other available limbs sprang into action. He started battering the monster relentlessly, delivering solid, steady blows to its skull and frame.

Minothelion, whose cranium was secured by four unyielding clutches, had no choice but to endure the onslaught.

MOOO!

A tormented moo escaped the bovine-headed wraith. Trailing him, the four Wraiths with tapir-like faces rushed to aid their chief, yet they lagged behind.

Positioned at Orion's rear, the Deputy Commander, Arthas, and their companions had already triggered the space-sealing measures of their array.

As soon as the four subordinates lunged, the surrounding void twisted. They vanished in an instant, shunted to isolated sub-spaces inside the enchanted setup, severed from the primary conflict zone.

Now, only Orion faced Minothelion.

MOOO! MOOO!

"Stranger! You dare grab my horns? You dare humiliate me?!" Minothelion howled, his tone quaking with shock and wrath. "You will die for this! You will die!"

Frankly speaking, Minothelion felt baffled. Across his many ages of battle, nobody had ever engaged him in such a manner.

Not all fighters boasted eight limbs at their disposal.

Typically, rivals like Edward summoned protective fields or walls of Divine Power. More offensive types called forth luminous swords or animal summons.

Yet a bare-knuckled scrap? Wrestling him like some barroom brawler? Such tactics were unprecedented.

His bewilderment soon turned to anger.

With a savage cry, Minothelion released his strength. Bursting from the ghostly tissue on his rear emerged two enormous spectral talons. They resembled a blend of meaty appendages and huge feline feet, etched with intense scarlet symbols throbbing with evil intent.

Those spectral talons raked toward Orion's crown, ripping the atmosphere with a nauseating zzzt noise. This went beyond decay; they were tearing apart the very weave of reality.

Orion detected the peril. He withdrew two fists from the assault and blocked the incoming talons.

CRACK!

Bone-breaking echoes filled the emptiness.

"This... this is impossible!"

Minothelion's thoughts spun wildly. Despite his skull being immobilized, his perceptions stayed keen. He grasped far too tardily that Orion wasn't merely restraining him bodily; he was dominating his Divine Will.

When the spectral talons met Orion's knuckles, Minothelion beheld his strike disintegrating in dread. His force evaporated at the touch.

"Nice trick," Orion's tone thundered, steady and faintly entertained. "But warm-up is over. I'm done playing with you."

That offhand superiority hit Minothelion more fiercely than any strike.

"Done playing?" the wraith stammered. "You think this is a game?"

MOOO!

Minothelion geared up to ignite his essence, set to launch a desperate strike that would maim this arrogant titan.

However, Orion acted ahead.

"Strength... to uproot mountains... Spirit... to conquer the world!"

Orion dropped into a profound advancing pose, grounding his mass. The four limbs clutching the horns strained, sinews swelling with holy radiance. In a pull that ignored natural laws, he hoisted the enormous, writhing monster from the surface and flung it aside like discarded refuse.

Minothelion soared across the expanse, his thoughts emptied.

Humiliation! he raged in his mind. Utter degradation! I will slay him! I will—

His inner rant halted suddenly.

Far off, Orion towered upright. His primary two palms clasped in supplication, as the six limbs at his back shaped intricate mystical emblems.

Minothelion recognized that posture. It signaled the onset of doom.

"The Abyss arrives, carrying the weight of darkness on its back; fall into it, and cease to exist."

Orion's words carried a grave, holy, and fearsome weight.

Each syllable brought a smothering force down on the domain. This transcended mere incantation; it constituted a [Divine Mandate]. It embodied the command of a [Fourth Step Divine Calling].

Orion summoned the Abyss's might.

In such realms, battles shunned basic flames or thunder strikes. They involved forcing one's essence onto existence itself. They chased eternity inside the bounded shell of a Divine Kingdom.

Orion uttered no hex. He proclaimed a fact, compelling the cosmos to align with it.

To Minothelion's hearing, they rang as mere phrases: "The Abyss arrives..."

Yet through his vision?

The emptiness tore apart. A realm plummeted toward him—an endless, shadowy domain resounding with Stoneheart Titans' bellows.

This surpassed assault. It equated to a world crashing onto him.

Fourth... no... No!

Minothelion comprehended the gap at the eleventh hour.

He failed to complete his cry. Beneath that abstract void's burden, his shape crumpled. He burst inward, erased in a flash by the Abyss's oppressive intent.

In the spot where the monster had been, a faint, fragile Divine Fire spark danced in the nothingness. It swayed a couple of times before extinguishing.

Orion couldn't tell if that represented Minothelion's core form—wraiths often proved deceptive. Still, he sensed the danger eliminated.

He dropped his limbs.

That grapple contest served as an experiment. He aimed to check if the Stoneheart Titan shape held up in Demigod-tier fights.

Outcome: Hardly.

Against such ranks, hand-to-hand clashes wasted effort. Victory hinged on eroding Divine Power and Will. Tossing Minothelion about hadn't inflicted true bodily harm—although the mental toll was probably devastating.

Orion extended a palm, clutching the vacant spot of the wraith's demise. He absorbed the residual Faith Energy and Soul Power, channeling it fully into his Divine Kingdom.

No resource squandered. All served as sustenance for his realm.