At the instant the purple lightning, carrying the power to destroy everything, fell, everyone was blasted away from the volcano by the Lightning Tribulation. Just when they thought this forging attempt had failed—
Lyka suddenly appeared beneath the Lightning Tribulation. Sword of Kings in hand, he swung it directly at the lightning descending from the heavens.
With a thunderous BOOM, the sky was instantly blasted open, leaving behind a vast hollow in space.
Every clash between Lyka and the Lightning Tribulation wrought destruction on a world-ending scale. Yet because it all took place high in the sky, all that could be seen were streak after streak, rift after rift, splitting through space.
Watching from below, everyone felt as if they had returned to the days when the Evil God descended. The sky had looked the same then—space tearing apart without end, every inch within sight shattered like broken mirror shards.
But the Lightning Tribulation would eventually come to an end. Lyka's final sword strike cleaved apart the tribulation clouds stretching across a thousand miles.
Golden sunlight streamed through the crack, shining upon Lyka. Yet after enduring that Lightning Tribulation, not a single wound could be seen on him.
At that moment, Lyka held Sword of Kings in one hand and cradled the fully formed Divine Lock in the other.
Everyone merely caught a glimpse of the lock, and instantly felt as though their own strength had been shackled by an invisible iron chain.
The sensation lasted only an instant, because Lyka put the lock away the next moment.
Once they came back to their senses, everyone's hearts shook. They were all certain that with this lock, they would be able to seal the Codex spoken of in legends.
As Lyka felt the lock in his hand, he had to admit