There was no explosion, no burst of dazzling light.
Ghost Face's expression froze. Then, like a sand sculpture weathered by the wind, he crumbled inch by inch from the sword mark between his brows and vanished.
The boundless tide of shadow and pus connected to him seemed to lose its center. It stopped writhing, then silently evaporated and faded until it disappeared from the starry sky, leaving only an eerie emptiness, as though some immense pain had suddenly ceased.
The Myriad Resentment Soul-Eroding Tide had fallen.
At almost the same moment, the Floating Immortal Sword devoured the last of the energy building toward a sacrificial explosion inside the Starcore World-Devouring Beast. Without its core energy to sustain it, its massive body of stellar wreckage silently collapsed into primordial stardust and metal fragments. They drifted through the void and were slowly absorbed by the Sword Body.
Fang Chen had killed both the Myriad Resentment Soul-Eroding Tide and the Starcore World-Devouring Beast.
Two Heavenly Slaves at the Four-turn level were simply gone.
Fang Chen knelt on one knee, the Floating Immortal Sword planted in the void to support his body as he gasped for breath.
He looked wretched beyond measure, but after the baptism of unbearable pain and destruction, his eyes were like stars wiped clean: clearer, deeper. Deep within them, a speck of gray Chaos light quietly revolved.
He had won, but at a terrible cost.
And in doing so, he had pushed himself and the Floating Immortal Sword to a critical threshold.
Far off in the shadows of the starry sky, seven pairs of Ancient eyes abruptly lit up.
The moment had come.
The annihilation of the Myriad Resentment Soul-Eroding Tide brought a brief, deathly silence.
All that remained in the starry sky was Fang Chen's labored breathing and the