The fiend grewrger and more monstrous as it drew nearer, its sheer size eclipsing the heavens and casting a pall over the battlefield. A grotesque behemoth, it was covered in slick, sickly flesh that seemed to pulse and writhe with a life of its own.


    The cultivators, already battered and bloodied from the relentless assault of the Rakshasa, stared up at the oing horror with a mixture of awe and despair.


    Victory felt like a distant dream now, a cruel illusion that had been dangled before them only to be snatched away. Every ounce of blood and sweat they had poured into this fight had been in vain. The Rakshasa had yed them, their entire force acting as a mere distraction while this abomination made its way to them. They hadn''t been fighting to win; they had been fighting to survive until now.


    The creature''s power was unlike anything they had encountered. Even from this distance, the aura it exuded was suffocating, a dark, oily pressure that seemed to squeeze the very life out of the air. The fact that it was on par with a Sun Stage cultivator only added to the overwhelming sense of dread. It had no sense of mercy, no hesitation.


    This was not a sentient being that could be reasoned with or appeased. It was a force of nature, a cmity given form.


    Its form was an abomination to behold—an enormous maggot-like entity with a gaping, circr maw filled with endless rows of teeth, each the size of a mountain. Those teeth gleamed like razors, gnashing hungrily in anticipation of the ughter toe. It had no eyes, no face, nothing that could be identified as a point of weakness.


    Instead, its body bristled with countless appendages—arms that ended in long, wed toes equipped with suction cups, each one oozing a sickening slime that glistened under the dim light.


    Worst of all were the massive pores lining its bloated body, each one spewing a constant stream of the toxic fog that the Rakshasa thrived in. This fog was its lifeblood, its gift to the legions of monsters itmanded. It spread out like a miasma, corrupting the very air and lending strength to every Rakshasa it touched.


    The Darkest Sun unleashed an onught of shadow-forged weapons upon it, a rain of ethereal des and spears that filled the sky like a storm. Each strike, each weapon simply dissipated upon contact with the fiend''s flesh, absorbed into its grotesque mass as if they were nothing more than whispers in the wind.


    The Red Sun''s Asura avatar, a being of raw, condensed Qi, swung massive, ethereal swords down upon the creature, blows that could have cleaved mountains in two. Yet every swing passed through the fiend as if it were smoke, leaving no mark, no wound. The Asura''s attacks, powerful as they were, amounted to nothing.


    The Wisest Sun attempted to twist thews of space around the creature, bending reality itself in an attempt to contain or distort it. Yet even these ancient and powerfulws ceased to function as they approached the fiend. Space around it returned to its natural state, utterly unyielding to the Wisest Sun''s will.


    The mboyant Sun seemed to fare the best, his kaleidoscopic mes wrapping around the fiend in a dazzling disy of colors. He sought to raise the temperature around the beast, to incinerate it from within the inferno. But he had to maintain his distance, wary of the moment when his wings of me would touch the creature and be snuffed out like a candle in the wind.


    "What''s the situation?" the Blue Sun''s voice cut through the chaos as she appeared, her hammer already in hand, eyes zing with determination.


    "We''re in a pinch," the mboyant Sun replied, retreating as the fiend moved closer. "Nothing is working."N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Let me have a go at it," she dered, her voice a fierce promise. "If it''s impervious to Qi, then I''m its best match."


    She surged forward, pouring her Qi into her hammer, making it grow until it was the size of a small moon. Her aura red around her, a brilliant azure light that zed like aet''s tail as she shot towards the fiend. She was a meteor, a force of nature in her own right.


    "EAT THIS!" she roared, swinging her hammer with all her might. The impact shook the very fabric of space, sending out a shockwave that rippled outward, distorting the void around them. It struck with the force of a''s collision, a cataclysmic blow that resonated with the raw power of a Sun Stage.


    For the first time, the fiend screamed. A ghastly wail echoed through the void as tens of thousands of its mountainous teeth shattered and blew away, scattered like debris in a cosmic wind. The creature recoiled, its grotesque form writhing in agony.


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    The Blue Sun did not relent. She swung her hammer again, this time bringing it down with a force that made space shudder. Another deafening wail escaped the fiend as more of its body cracked and broke under the onught.


    "She''s doing it," the Wisest Sun said, his eyes wide with disbelief. "We need to keep them away from her." He began weavingws of infernal storms, channeling his power to create barriers and gusts that tore through the ranks of the Rakshasa, scattering them before they could reach the Blue Sun.


    The other Suns rallied behind her, casting aside their egos. The Darkest Sun switched his focus back to the hordes of Rakshasa, unleashing waves of shadow-forged weapons to mow them down. The Red Sun''s Asura avatar reengaged the enemy, its swords cleaving through the ranks. The mboyant Sun continued his dance of mes, incinerating any foe that dared to approach.


    The cultivators, though weary and battered, took heart at the sight. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the tide of darkness that sought to engulf them. Those who still had strength left hurled themselves into the fray, fending off the Rakshasa that tried to break through and reach the Blue Sun.


    For a moment, it seemed as if they had turned the tide. The fiend was halted in its advance, its monstrous form cracking under the relentless assault. The Suns were a zing beacon of hope in the void, holding the line against the overwhelming darkness.


    But the battle was far from over. Even as the Blue Sun hammered away at the fiend, the remaining Rakshasa shifted their focus. A frenzy took hold of them, a mindless rage that drove them towards her in a frenzied wave. They came like a storm, a flood of ws and fangs and madness.