The hundred-meter crimson arc tore through the sky, burning with a sickening mixture of dark red blood-mist and pitch-black demonic Qi.
It didn't just move through the air, it ripped the sky open, leaving a boiling, corrupted tear in the atmosphere that hissed with unholy energy.
The raw, suffocating pressure descending ahead of the blade flattened the surrounding rooftops, shattering tiles into dust and turning the air so heavy that nearby spectators fell onto their knees, gasping for breath.
From inside the high-ceilinged council chamber, time seemed to grind to an absolute halt.
Through the shattered stained-glass windows, Meng De, Zhao Tianxing, and the trembling elders looked out in sheer horror.
The blinding blood-red light illuminated their terrified, pale faces.
The blade was a colossal mountain of pure destruction, roaring toward them at blinding speed.
They had less than ten seconds before absolute annihilation struck.
