Absolute Domain

The air crackled with a palpable tension, heavy with the stench of blood, sweat, and fear. Zhang Yong stood at the center of the carnage, the ground beneath him soaked with the crimson aftermath of his merciless rampage. His eyes, cold as ice, surveyed the battlefield, taking in the fallen bodies of his enemies—each one a broken testament to his unstoppable fury. Their screams had long since faded, replaced by the eerie silence that followed the storm.

"Is this all you've got?" Zhang Yong's voice rang out, low and mocking, as he scanned the few survivors who dared to stand before him. His gaze was sharp, unwavering, as his power surged through him, the aura of dominance and control surrounding him like an impenetrable shield.

A flicker of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the remaining warriors. Fear. It was the only thing left in their hearts. The bloodied corpses of their comrades—bodies twisted and torn in ways that defied the laws of nature—served as grim reminders of what awaited them.

Zhang Yong stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate, each step resonating with the weight of his purpose. With a wave of his hand, the ground beneath him trembled, and a violent gust of wind erupted, sending dust and debris scattering in all directions.

The last remaining warrior tried to raise his weapon, his trembling hands barely able to grip the hilt. "You… you won't get away with this…!" he gasped, his voice cracking with desperation.

Zhang Yong's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "I already have."

In an instant, he closed the distance between them, faster than the eye could follow. The warrior's blade fell, but it was nothing more than a futile gesture against Zhang Yong's overwhelming power. He grabbed the man by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease, his fingers tightening around the fragile neck. The man's gasps for air were choked off, his eyes bulging with terror.

"You dare challenge me?" Zhang Yong hissed, his voice a low growl as he crushed the life out of his foe. The warrior's body spasmed in his grip, but it was useless. Zhang Yong's control was absolute.

With a final squeeze, the man's body went limp, his soul snatched away before he could even comprehend the futility of his struggle. Zhang Yong dropped the lifeless corpse to the ground with a thud, the final echo of death hanging in the air like a dark, suffocating fog.

He looked around at the wreckage, his heart unyielding. The battle had been brutal, but it was just the beginning. His strength, his control, was only growing with every fight, every kill.

"Who else wants to test their fate?" Zhang Yong's voice rang out again, cold and unrelenting. But no one answered.

The field was silent now, save for the distant sound of the wind. But Zhang Yong could feel it—the stirring of something deep within him. The hunger for more. More power. More destruction. And nothing would stand in his way.

As he turned to leave the battlefield, his mind was already focused on the next step of his journey. The war for Earth's legacy had only just begun, and Zhang Yong was ready to claim his throne—by any means necessary.