The Battle of the Aeons

At Hua Yi's words, everyone present, even the Emissary with all her composure, could not help showing shock.

Going from besieging a Lord of Ruin and a Genius to drawing swords against an Aeon—this leap was far too great.

Hua Yi gave them no more time to react. He raised a hand and tore at the void.

The intangible, formless curtain of the star sea was forcibly pulled apart, opening onto a desolate, lightless expanse.

A majestic divine body stretched across the galaxy, ten thousand times vaster than the Iron Tomb, standing silently in place. Golden blood flowed across it, dimming even the starlight.

It bore the form of a human man, with dark skin and indifferent golden eyes.

Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, had long since lowered His gaze upon this place!

A massive wound ran through the Aeon's chest, divine blood pouring from it like molten lava. Both arms were also severed at the upper arms.

By all appearances, He had been grievously wounded, yet the divine pressure that carried the destruction of all things still poured down through the curtain.

Nanook did not mobilize any power.

His very existence burned the galaxy. The flames of His wounds blazed fiercely, about to fill the entire starfield in an instant.

[Destruction] had already declared its arrival. What would happen if it were allowed to run unchecked?

The answer was obvious.

That was why Hua Yi had not wanted to confront an Aeon too early.

Their sheer scale was too immense; a wisp of their breath could crush Stars. Hua Yi had no desire for the people and things around him to be caught in the aftermath. If a real conflict erupted, he would have to fight while cleaning up the mess.

Now, it was enough.

"Ever since Herta Space