As if in response to her vow.
Rumble...
From deep within the spatial rift that had been trembling incessantly above the heavens came a rumble deeper and more resounding than any before.
The sound did not strike their eardrums, but resonated directly within the depths of every soul present.
Then, amid countless chaotic currents of energy and spatial fragments, another majestic and vast figure, already beginning to take shape beyond space itself, started to coalesce in and out of view.
Though it could not yet be seen clearly, the laws of heaven and earth seemed to have been thrown into disorder because of it. Winds surged, clouds churned, and energy roiled restlessly.
This was precisely what the Goddess of Beauty had been waiting for—and the only hope capable of reversing this desperate situation.
Only the return of Divine King Tang San could trigger a celestial phenomenon on such a scale.
"Soon... Father... he'll be here soon..."
Tang Wutong looked upward and murmured, her eyes filled with near-obsessive anticipation and longing.
She stared fixedly at the gradually clarifying phantom above, waiting for the moment Tang San descended in full.
That would be the moment the Tang Sect raised its blade of vengeance and crushed all its enemies!
The deep rumbling spread in all directions like war drums, carrying a suffocating pressure that made hearts tremble.
Tang Wutong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions. Looking at Titan and Ah Yin beside her, she spoke urgently yet firmly.
"Uncle Titan, Grandma, if they attack now, please buy me time—if only for a quarter of an hour!"
"I will pay any price to force Father's descent to accelerate!"
Without waiting for their reply, she flashed to the center of the formation and knelt beside Chen Xinjie, whose eyes were vacant as