Then.
The giant hand that could easily crush a Soul Douluo and make even Titled Douluo wary suddenly froze mid-motion.
Then, starting from where its wrist had been sliced by "Moonlight," an incomparably smooth cross-section appeared.
Like heated butter meeting the sharpest blade, or a sandcastle struck by ocean waves, the giant hand was silently and cleanly cut in half!
The severed surface was mirror-smooth, even reflecting the distorted image of the sky.
Having lost the support of Soul Power, the severed giant hand instantly collapsed into countless purple-black motes, like a bizarre rainstorm. Before they could touch the ground, they faded into nothingness.
The entire arena fell silent.
Time itself seemed to freeze at that moment.
Everyone—whether it was the lofty Pope, the battle-ready elders, the despairing Shrek group, or the Soul Masters watching from afar—seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell, frozen in place.
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank to dangerous pinpoints! The composure and cruelty on her face instantly froze, replaced by incredulous shock and suspicion.
Everyone's gaze instinctively, uncontrollably lifted toward the sky.
The once bright and sunny sky had darkened at some point.
It was not the gloom of gathering storm clouds. Rather, it was as if someone had suddenly drawn down the curtain of night, directly replacing daylight with a deep starry sky.
Within that abruptly descended darkness, countless stars lit up in fierce succession, densely scattered and brilliantly dazzling.
The Milky Way stretched across the heavens, nebulae slowly revolved, forming a vast, mysterious starry panorama so beautiful it was suffocating, yet filled with oppressive force.
And beneath that sky full of stars, amid the brilliant constellations gathered around her.
A figure in white was stepping down from the depths of the starry sky, one step at a time, along invisible stairs.