The Gravity Direction Demon resembled an enormous compass, its face a deep, mysterious black as though it could swallow all light. Its needle writhed like an enraged dragon, spinning madly with thunderous force each time, filling everyone with fear.
The sound waves emitted by the Divine Bell were severely distorted within the chaotic gravity. Their once crisp, pleasant tones now shattered into fragments, as if kneaded at will by an invisible giant hand. The sound rose and fell, broke and resumed, like the painful groans of someone on the verge of death, stirring pity in those who heard it.
The legendary divine sword had also lost its former majesty. It seemed powerless in this unstable environment, as though invisible force had bound its limbs and prevented it from displaying its true might. The blade trembled slightly, seemingly engaged in a difficult struggle against the chaotic gravity.
The inheritors and elders watched everything with grave expressions, their brows tightly furrowed and fine sweat beading on their foreheads. Their hearts raced so quickly that they could almost hear their own heartbeats. Suddenly, they noticed that whenever the compass needle spun, there was a brief instant when it stopped, as if a powerful force had forcibly pinned it in place. Though that instant was fleeting, it was enough to shock everyone.
The Divine Bell's holder reacted swiftly, immediately seizing that fleeting opportunity and using all his strength to release a stable sound wave. Like a straight ray of light, it pierced through the distorted gravity and shot directly toward the center of the compass. At the same time, the divine sword's holder swung his sword without hesitation, carrying everyone's resolute will to stabilize gravity as he charged toward the compass's center like lightning.
In an instant, the sound wave and divine sword met