There was no deafening roar, nor any wild wind tearing heaven and earth apart.
When ultimate destruction descended, it was often accompanied by an absolute dead silence that made the soul tremble.
The mass of Shadow Energy madly gathering inside the abyssal maw at the tip of the tentacle finally broke past its critical point.
A beam of Annihilation Death Ray, black to the extreme, as if it had condensed all the malice and laws of destruction in the entire universe, blasted out like a bolt of black thunder that had broken free of dimensional shackles!
Wherever the death ray passed, light, sound, and even space itself were mercilessly devoured the instant they made contact.
A black severed band of absolute vacuum was forcibly plowed through midair.
It was not destruction in the physical sense, but an "erasure" from a higher dimension, as if an invisible hand were holding a pitch-black eraser, trying to wipe the very concept of Han Yuchen's existence completely from this world.
A nauseating scorched smell spread through the air—the smell of the spatial barrier being forcibly burned through.
"Crack—"
The crisp sound of shattering was especially piercing in the deathly silent cavern.
The golden Holy Qilin phantom, dozens of zhang tall and radiating a sacred, majestic aura, was as fragile as a soap bubble casually blown by a child before this high-dimensional death ray.
There was no stalemate, no resistance. The absolute shield said to be able to withstand three fatal attacks failed to stir even the slightest ripple the instant it touched the black death ray. Like glazed glass struck by a heavy hammer, it shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of dim light fragments that scattered down with tragic beauty.
A violent current of Shadow Energy poured in at once,