South City.
Xiao Luo looked at the aurora streaking through the starry sky in the mirror and frowned. "An all-out strike? Is Nan Feng leaving himself no way out? What if he misses?"
Xiao Nan spoke up. "This attack has already reached the speed of light, and it has locked onto the Emperor. He can't dodge it."
No matter how fast the Emperor was, could he be faster than light?
Of course, he could tear open space, create a wormhole, and flee far away through it.
But this laser had already locked onto him.
Even if he fled to the ends of the earth or the edge of the universe, there would only be one outcome in the end—he would be caught by the aurora and blasted to dust.
Rather than waste time and magic power dodging, he might as well stake everything on withstanding this attack head-on.
If he withstood it, he won.
If he failed to withstand it, he lost.
It was that simple.
For light, 600,000 kilometers took only two seconds.
Two seconds was neither long nor short, but it was enough for the Emperor to make ample preparations.
First, he controlled the demigod corpse to cross its arms and shield him. Then, he recalled the Mirror of Dreams and stacked over a hundred Destined Divine Weapons before himself. Finally, he hid inside the mirror.
With such layers of defenses, the Emperor refused to believe Nan Feng's aurora could still kill him!
Under the watchful eyes of all, Nan Feng's aurora finally arrived.
Boom!
The aurora first struck the crossed arms of the demigod corpse.
Those enormous arms were like paper. They were instantly pierced through by the aurora, leaving smooth, even wounds, as though circular holes had been cut out with Photoshop.
The Emperor's first layer