Both parties stopped fighting recklessly as the fight progressed because they were both severely injured. Fionn was truly impressed by the abilities of the mutated Anomaly, just after completing his bloodline awakening, he went toe to toe with a Salamander who had lived for at least 100 years and was at the pinnacle of rank 1.

Fionn was feeling ecstatic about his creation, but suddenly a thought struck him, dumping a bucket of cold water on his joyous mood. "Is this guy going to be friendly to us after I kill the Salamander, or will he attack us? Because, unlike the mutated rat, I lack the strength to control him."

He then grumbled after a few seconds of thought, irritated by the sudden realisation. "He's quite injured, I think I might be able to handle him alongside Ether if things go wrong."

" Buddy, did the fight on your site finish?" Fionn inquired, his gaze fixed on the Salamander, still recovering mana.

" GROWL! GROWL! " Exclaimed Ether, his tone brimming with excitement.

"OK, come immediately to my location after you finish," Fionn said, understanding his meaning.

The battle in the sky had reached a climax; Salamander's entire body was now covered in holes and claw marks, fresh blood was constantly pouring out from these wounds, and the once blazing fire around him was now barely flickering. On the other hand, the Anomaly was faring worse; his entire body appears to be charred. His once-beautiful golden black scales began to fall from his body like tree leaves in autumn, resembling charcoal chunks. The only thing that kept him going were the souls of Cyclopes that Ether was butchering below, Both of them glared at each other, as if saving mana for a final full-power attack.

Fionn waited for Ether to arrive as time passed second by second. Suddenly, he squinted his eyes as he noticed the Salamander's expression "this guy is planning to retreat." He thought.

"Buddy, leave the rest of the Cyclopes behind and hurry to my location as quickly as you can." Fionn said to Ether as he stood up and took the shooting stance.

He sighed, feeling the mana within his body, "it's enough to fire the innate spell, but I'll be helpless if the Anomaly attacks."

Focusing through the scope Fionn zoomed in on the location of the battle, moments later, seeing his target clearly, he locked on to it and activated the innate spell.

As Fionn activated the innate spell, he felt the majority of mana in his body being sucked dry at an alarming rate. Upon receiving a tonne of mana, the runes all over the gun began to come to life. With the activation of all the runes, a terrifying energy began to build up inside the gun and an aura of death began to cover Fionn's vicinity. A dozen chains emerged from the gun's stock and encircled his entire arm, like a snake wrapping around its prey. Fionn ignored all of these changes, remaining focused on the target as the spell was about to be fired.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Fionn finally pulled the trigger after the spell had been fully charged, and a pitch black beam of light shot out of the gun with a thunderous noise.

Few minutes ago, on the side of the battlefield.

The Salamander, who was locked in a stare down with the Anomaly, suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body rise up, and looking around, he discovered the source of the ominous feeling, gazing at the familiar direction, the scene of the Lizardman's death replayed in his mind, and feeling the current state of his body, he no longer hesitated, retreating with all his saved up mana at full speed.

In order to avoid being hit, the salamander kept changing his direction as he retreated, rather than travelling in a straight line.

ROOOOAAAAR!

When he saw his opponent flee, the Anomaly let out a loud roar of rage and chased after him, determined to fight until the bitter end.

Midway through his pursuit, the Anomaly felt something flash by him; he looked to his side, but saw nothing; snarling in anger, he turned back, but what he saw shocked him to his core, and forced him to come to a halt in his motion.