Qianyi did not look at Jibril again. He merely raised his hand, aiming at the hundreds of Winged Kind flooding across the sky like a meteor shower descending upon the world:
"Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try. Although taking the Winged Kind away could, to some extent, count as dissolving a Community of Shared Destiny, the Communities of Shared Destiny you've dissolved are too numerous to count. The Band Dissolution Tax you owe has already reached the point where taking everything you have still wouldn't be enough to pay it off, so..."
"—Heavenly Wind Usurper (Reincarnation Pandora)."
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"—Heavenly Wind Usurper (Reincarnation Pandora)."
Qianyi slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers slightly, then abruptly clenched them, unleashing this Noble Phantasm at Artosh, who sat within the city in the sky.
An invisible power surged toward Artosh like a tide. It did not attack his body or harm his life. Instead, it precisely tore at the concept that constituted his existence.
Seated upon the throne of "Avant Heim," Artosh looked down upon all living things. His body, as steady as a mountain, suddenly shook.
He felt it.
It was a sense of danger he had never experienced since his birth.
A certain "authority" that had once been intertwined with his soul, a part of his very body, was trembling madly, trying to break free from his control.
It was not the calm, natural withering of a fallen leaf leaving its branch, nor was it the deathly weakness caused by exhausted power. It was an incomparably violent, savage, and blasphemous—plunder!
It was as if an arrogant bandit had seized his collar in broad daylight, disregarding his will as it used every ounce of strength to forcibly strip from him the splendid garment called