Meanwhile, at the edge of the plaza, Ha Luosa, who had been kneeling on one knee and gasping heavily after facing Niu Tian, also sensed the pure white that shrouded heaven and earth, along with the ultimate chill that originated from the level of rules.
He raised his head and gazed at the bizarre world that had lost all color. A deep helplessness and heartache surfaced on his pale, handsome face.
"Lord Lu Jun..."
He sighed softly.
"Didn't I tell you... not to use Soul Skills above your seventh ring so easily..."
His gaze seemed to pierce through space, seeing the fierce battle that might be unfolding in the distant valley. His voice was filled with bitterness.
"Alas... Douluo Star, the planet that gave birth to us, simply cannot withstand the full eruption of your true God-tier power with its spatial barriers and fundamental rules..."
"Every time you use it, you are draining the foundation of this world and tearing apart its fragile garment..."
Although he knew that Lu Jun must have been driven to this point by unavoidable circumstances, Ha Luosa still ached for the scarred planet beneath his feet as he felt the forcibly bleached world around him and its chaotic rules.
As the Plane Master's representative, he could sense a world's pained groans more keenly than anyone else.
His heart was bleeding...
"Roar—!!!"
A violent aura mixed with towering rage, bone-deep grief, and a trace of fear that even Titan himself refused to acknowledge erupted from his battered massive body.
His eyes instantly turned blood-red as he glared fixedly at Lu Jun, who stood opposite him with his sword in hand, his aura still deep and steady.
Yet this extreme fury did not make him lose his reason. Instead, it was like a basin of icy