In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart as a dazzling golden light suddenly leaped from Misra's palm, like the first ray of a rising sun, instantly illuminating the dim space around her.
This golden light was not gentle. It carried an indescribable sharpness and blazing heat, as though it could cut through space and pierce straight into one's heart.
Misra's five fingers spread slightly, as if she held the mysteries of the universe in her grasp. Countless gorgeous threads of light, drawn by an invisible force, blossomed from her fingertips and intertwined into an incomparably brilliant tapestry of light.
These threads of light did not remain still. They danced through the air, weaving together to form an impenetrable net of light.
Every fine thread shimmered with a heart-pounding radiance. They were not merely forms of light, but contained a terrifying power capable of shaking heaven and earth.
Even the powerful onlookers standing far away felt their scalps go numb, as if they would be reduced to dust the moment those rays touched them.
Hundreds of millions of golden streams of light poured forth at this moment, like a river bursting through a dam, unstoppable.
These lights were not merely the manifestation of fist wind, but the ultimate display of Misra's speed and strength.
Every punch sent forth was accompanied by a faint tremor in space, as though even time itself had been twisted by this power.
Countless brilliant lights pressed down from all directions, enveloping everything around them. Those once-arrogant Karmic Demons seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness at this moment, losing all ability to resist.
Lightning Flash Fist!
Within a second—perhaps even less—she could throw hundreds of millions of punches. Every strike was the ultimate pursuit of power and speed, a display of lightspeed, a