That hand pressed down on the singularity devouring everything.
No light erupted. No energies collided.
The collapse of the entire world came to an abrupt halt.
One hand smoothed the violently warped space, while an invisible force froze the dissolving, crumbling ground.
The singularity, powerful enough to grind even a god to dust, seemed like a tame pet beneath that palm. Its pull and destructive force vanished completely.
Then the hand closed gently.
The singularity disappeared.
As though it had never existed.
A Space Rift opened silently beside the hand, and Qin Chuan stepped out.
He glanced at the frozen scene around him, a vision of the apocalypse. His expression did not change.
"Guild Leader!"
Evergreen's voice was weak with relief.
He slumped to the ground. The Holy Light around him had gone out entirely, and golden Divine Blood stained his clothes.
Sword Master in the Snow leaned on his blade, barely staying upright. He looked at Qin Chuan and moved his lips, but no words came out.
Water God and Senior Brother En-En were in slightly better shape, though their Divinity was exhausted and their spirits utterly drained.
The five of them had just fought to the death.
Yet their guild leader had strolled in and casually erased a disaster that would have buried them all.
Qin Chuan paid them no attention.
His gaze fell on Dawn, who knelt on one knee.
Dawn was in the worst condition of all.
His body had borne the strain of Overclocking Flash Shadow. Every strike delivered by those hundred-odd duplicates had sent part of its cost back to his real body.
Now, cracks covered his skin like a spiderweb. He looked like a badly fired piece of porcelain, ready to shatter at any moment.
Thin wisps of black Divinity leaked uncontrollably from