There was no reason.
Nor was there any need for one.
Tyrannical, merciless, powerful.
When Shi Tiankong truly made its move,
the pressure radiating from its body, enough to crush endless universes, was finally unleashed.
It needed no superfluous actions.
Its mere existence caused all things to begin collapsing.
Space-time, that wondrous thing which should have been formless and intangible, along with the attacks unleashed by the troops, underwent extremely bizarre transformations under its pressure before they could even approach it.
Looking around,
beam cannons, recoil cannons, black hole cannons...
even mere Information Streams.
The communication signals transmitted by every warship.
All of them transformed into some kind of indescribable monster!
Savage and vicious!!
Naturally, the most dangerous thing had always been Shi Tiankong itself.
When that palm, capable of annihilating everything, swept down,
death, something that should have been merely a concept or rule, was forcibly made tangible.
It transformed into countless omens of death, becoming stars that symbolized death as they descended along with that palm.
They were raindrops of stars formed from death...
In the very instant they witnessed that sight,
an unknown number of combatants sensed their own destiny in the unseen.
A destiny foretelling death...
Beneath the coverage of that power,
there was neither resistance nor hiding.
Or rather, they did not even realize they needed to take such actions,
before their bodies, souls, wills...
met their most direct annihilation.
Even those things that had not been directly afflicted by omens of death
were contaminated by that power, triggering a chain reaction.
They too marched toward collapse...
Scars appeared across the starry sky, and living beings began to wither...
Yet Liu Longma, the strongest among them, had no time to concern himself with such matters.
He could only leave them to his comrades.
At this