This was a new True Warrior that never attacked him before, and unlike other true warriors, who only mastered one element, it mastered three, or maybe even more.

  The warrior was red in color. Its face, unlike other warriors, was full of emotions, especially arrogance, it was plastered all over its face, as if it looked down upon everything, especially Mark.

  Rakhagan!

  The warrior's race's name rang in Mark's mind. This was the race he had not read of or gone through, but he didn't need to. Ayden was always there to tell him and help him regarding all such things, as information after information came to his mind.

  Rakhagan were masters of Thunder, one of the top races in the tower. Their bloodline allowed them to become an S Grade warrior by the time they reached the 4th floor, and that made them one of the most scariest creatures in the tower.

  And here one of such creatures was, knocking on Mark's door on his first expedition in the battlefield.

  Bloodied all over, right hand smashed, legs torn apart, half face burned, Mark lashed at the Rakhagan in madness, while the power of time turned his body time back, making his body complete with the speed of a naked eye, as removing the power of time of the Rakhagan, he screamed, as the darkness rolled out of him like madness, while the golden hue inside only made the darkness threatening, but if that wasn’t enough, the next moment the time stopped, while the space got warped where the Rakhagan was standing just like he had warped it towards Mark.

  But Rakhagan wasn't some dead warrior revived, no, he was the True Warrior, alive, had gone through the first floor battlefield, killed thousands and thousands of beings to become who he was today, so the next second, he increased the intensity of his power too, and the warped space started to falter.

  But Mark didn't care about the faltering space, all he needed was to restrict Rakhagan enough to get close to him, and he did, as like a nuclear he flew, and with the power of time, in an instant he reached it, and with the power of darkness, he grabbed it with its face and took it down towards the land, slammed it with all his power.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM….

  A giant crater was created as the dust flew everywhere, but the fighting didn’t stop, as screams rang inside the crater.

  Like a maniac, Mark slammed his fists all over Rakahgan's face, while from below, the darkness grabbed the Rakahgan to not let it rise, while in anger, the Rakahgan let all his thunder power roll, as with booming noise, Mark got electrocuted again and again.

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  But not caring about the body's destruction, not caring about the pain, all Mark did was scream and punch and punch and punch, as from black, his hands started turning purple.

  Not with wounds, but with the power of void, and seeing the purple hand, the Rakhagan was so frightened that he let his space power out and restrict Mark with all his power, as he let his thunder and time power come out too to restrict Mark’s darkness power that had half risen all over its body, trying to devour it, and erase it form its existence.

  But before the darkness power could do its work, it disappeared, but when it reappeared, it was in between all the 59 warriors, who were now fighting with thousands of shadows, which were made of darkness, time, and force power.

  No, there were no longer 59 warriors, but only 40 or so. Others were already obliterated by the madness of shadows, who were self-destructing themselves, letting the shadow engulf the warriors and then devouring them to nothingness.

  And for every one warrior there were close to ten shadows, and for Dorakas, who mastered the power of time, each of them was fighting with 30 shadows, who at every chance were self-destructing and obliterating their half bodies, just to make them use their power of time to create their power again.

  But this was even more dreadful than anything else. If these five died, then there was nothing stopping Mark from killing anyone and everyone.

  There would be no turning back time, and there would be no reviving.

  So it needed to stop this madness, but before it could do anything, screaming Mark came out of the space, and seeing this, it was so maddened that it let the red thunder roll all over.

  From it from the center, the red thunder rolled out, as it covered everything within 300 meters, but then the golden hue rolled inside the thunder, increasing its size by twice, engulfing Mark, shadows, and all the other true warriors fighting.

  Not caring who was getting killed, who was getting obliterated, it let itself lose, but what it did not see coming was Mark, who, with a burnt body, one eye destroyed, half body below his waist gone, covered with source energy, protecting whatever leftover, come in front of its face, screamed and let the purple-green energy let out.

  The power of time stopped it, and its power, while the power of space blasted half of its face, and from start to end, it had no idea what had happened.

  It happened all of a sudden. It happened in a moment it least expected to ever happen.

  The power of red thunder was something that could burn and destroy anything. Even the most hardened metal in the world could be obliterated with it, much less the human body.

  But enduring such horrendous destruction, Mark still only cared about killing it, and he did.

  He killed it.

  With brain half evaporated, the Rakhagan stood rooted, dead just like that, but Mark still did not let it go and a face of a giant tiger was created with the power of darkness, as it gulped its entire body and chewed it to oblivion, not leaving even a cell behind, much less body, as a notification which had already rung before, again flashed before his eyes, telling him that the warrior was deader than dead.