The Omnipotent System

Chapter 110: Fight Of The Divine Plane 19: Lovigary's True Power

Outside The Domain

Lovigary stood at the forefront, his eyes locked on the ominous, swirling mass of energy that formed the Harbingers of Destruction's Combine Domain. His hands formed intricate hand signs, each one pulsing with immense power. The air grew tense, the pressure of their collective auras filling the battlefield.

Beside him, the others followed suit, their faces set with grim determination, ready to strike.

"On my mark," Lovigary's voice was steady, though his gaze flickered momentarily to the stormy skies above. His fingers tightened, and his breath came shallow, but his resolve never wavered. The weight of what they were about to do bore down on him. "Now!"

A roar erupted from his throat as he gave the command. In perfect unison, they unleashed their techniques, beams of power surging from their bodies and crashing into the Combine Domain. "Divine Wrath Strike!" their voices echoed across the desolate landscape as the force of their collective might slammed into the barrier.

The first strike was met with resistance. The Combine Domain rippled but held firm, mocking their efforts. Lovigary gritted his teeth, frustration creeping in as sweat beaded on his brow. He could feel the overwhelming power pushing back against them. His eyes darted to his comrades, and in that brief moment, he saw doubt flash across some of their faces.

"Again!" Lovigary bellowed, refusing to give in. His sad smile had morphed into a fierce snarl, and the others, though weary, nodded once more. They could feel the weight of the battle, the gravity of their actions, yet none of them hesitated.

With renewed vigor, they poured even more power into their second attack. "Divine Wrath Strike!" This time, a crack appeared. It was small, barely noticeable at first, but it was there. The Combine Domain shuddered, its surface distorting. Lovigary's heart raced as he saw the faint glimmer of hope. His arms trembled from the sheer force of the energy coursing through him, but he didn't stop.

The others, emboldened by the tiny fracture, pushed harder. Their faces were contorted in concentration, veins bulging on their foreheads as they forced every ounce of their strength into the technique. Lovigary's eyes narrowed, sweat now streaming down his face. His chest heaved with each breath, but the crack was growing wider.

"For the Divine Plane!" Lovigary screamed, his voice hoarse but filled with resolve. "Divine Wrath Strike!"

A final burst of power erupted from their bodies, the air around them igniting with the sheer magnitude of their combined strength. The crack in the Combine Domain spread, splintering outward until, with a deafening roar, the domain shattered into a million pieces, the remnants disintegrating into nothingness.

For a brief moment, silence fell across the battlefield. Lovigary stood, chest rising and falling heavily, his eyes locked on where the domain once stood. His comrades, panting and exhausted, slowly straightened themselves, expressions of disbelief and triumph washing over their faces.

"We did it," someone whispered, breaking the silence.

Lovigary allowed himself a moment of relief, his sad smile returning. But his eyes remained focused on the horizon. The Combine Domain may have fallen, but he knew the real fight had only just begun.

Hera gazed at Lovigary, her leg still firmly planted on Lokk's head, a casual smirk playing on her lips. "Huh, they actually broke through the confinement of the disc," she mused, her voice laced with amusement as she glanced over at Lovigary and the others, their breaths heavy with exhaustion.

Lovigary's fists clenched as he watched his brother lying helpless beneath Hera. Fury simmered in his eyes, and his muscles tensed, barely restraining the desire to lunge at her. Hera, though, appeared entirely unbothered, her calm contrasting sharply with the palpable tension in the air.

Garrick, standing a few feet away, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "More importantly," he muttered, his gaze shifting to the battered figures sprawled around them, "they broke the Combined Domain Expansion. Impressive. No one's done that before... not even the Ruler of the Ethereal Sovereignty Realm."

A low growl escaped from Lovigary as he stepped forward. His eyes, glowing with rage, locked onto Hera's. "Get your leg off my brother's head. Now."

Hera's smirk only widened, amusement flickering in her eyes as if she found the whole situation beneath her. "And why should I?" she asked, her voice cold and biting. "You think I care about your threats?"

Drax stood to the side, observing the chaos unfold. His gaze shifted to the aftermath of the battle—bodies strewn across the ground, lifeless and broken. The only ones still barely breathing were Saryna and Lokk, and even they looked like they were on the brink of death. The scene was a massacre, and the weight of the losses was crushing.

She couldn't understand why Lovigary was suddenly siding with these invaders, his former enemies. "Hey," Hera called out, her voice cutting through the tension, "weren't we on the same side here?"

Garrick looked as confused as Hera, his brow furrowing. Lovigary's sudden shift in allegiance made no sense. But Lovigary wasn't interested in explanations—he was focused solely on saving his brother.

"I won't say it again." Lovigary's voice was menacing now, his body radiating barely contained violence. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. "Get your leg off my brother's head."

Hera's smirk faltered ever so slightly, her gaze hardening. She shifted her weight, meeting his glare with one of her own. "Or what?" Her voice dripped with contempt. She wasn't about to let anyone bark orders at her, least of all someone who couldn't touch her power.

Tension crackled in the air as Lovigary took another step forward. His hands twitched, ready for battle, and the atmosphere became stifling as both fighters sized each other up.

"Not good... he's about to unleash his true power," Gabriel muttered, his voice tight with concern. His usually composed face showed a flicker of apprehension, and his sharp, ethereal eyes flicked to the darkening sky above, as if he could already sense the shift.

Vlad, standing rigid beside him, gave a quick, uneasy glance at Lovigary, who typically had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face but now stood unnervingly still. "You really think this plane can withstand that kind of force?" Vlad asked, his voice low, betraying his anxiety.

Lovigary, known for never taking anything seriously, had a rare, grim expression. His usual carefree demeanor was replaced by an unsettling calm, which only amplified the tension in the air.

Drax, arms crossed, sighed heavily as if the weight of the moment rested entirely on him. His hardened features softened just a bit as he looked at his old friend, knowing things were about to spiral out of control. "If He truly intends to descend, the Divine Plane won't have a choice but to endure.

Lovigary's power will pale in comparison," he said, his voice carrying a strange mixture of resignation and resolve.

Drax's gaze lingered on the horizon, knowing that Lovigary was preparing to go all out, waiting for the right moment to unleash his full might. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly as he steeled himself for what was to come.

"Or I will do this." Lovigary's aura began to rise, the entire battlefield seemed to shake. The intense pressure he unleashed startled everyone present. His body emitted a radiant light as his cultivation shot up, moving rapidly through the Ethereal Sage realm and shattering the barriers of the Heavenly Overlord with ease.

His very presence distorted the air, causing ripples of energy to pulse outward.

Drax, who had been leaning casually against the wall, straightened slightly, his brows knitting together as Lovigary's cultivation exceeded expectations. He wasn't supposed to surpass the Heavenly Overlord, and yet here he was, pushing beyond it.

Hera's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible!" she gasped, her hand reflexively gripping the armrest of her chair. "He's… he's surpassing the Heavenly Overlord Realm!" Her heart raced as she witnessed the impossible unfold before her.

Garrick's mouth tightened, his usual calm composure giving way to a furrowed brow. "A cultivator surpassing the Heavenly Overlord Realm... this shouldn't be happening," he muttered, glancing at Drax for some kind of explanation, but Drax remained quiet, his focus locked on Lovigary.

Lovigary's cultivation didn't stop, however. His aura continued to swell, more vibrant and overwhelming than before. He ascended to the Primordial Deity Realm, the entire room fell silent. His body was now emitting a divine glow, transcending even the mightiest beings known to them. The shockwaves of his ascension were still lingering in the air, pressing heavily on everyone's chest.

"Primordial Deity…" Garrick whispered, his voice trembling. "I've only ever read about it in ancient texts."

Hera shook her head slowly, her expression a mixture of awe and fear. "This is beyond anything we've ever encountered."

Lovigary opened his eyes, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he surveyed the shocked expressions. His aura radiated with god-like dominance. "Now," he said calmly, his voice steady and unbothered by the tremendous power he now wielded, "does anyone still wish to question me?"

The tension in the battlefield was thick. No one dared to speak, not even Drax, who was still absorbing the reality of what had just occurred.The power coursing through him was now incomprehensible. "I knew you were powerful," Drax muttered, his lips twitching into a grim line, "but not this powerful."