The pillar of light crashed down, and in an instant, an intense blaze erupted slightly north of the center of Nether Capital. Amid a thunderous boom, a massive rolling cloud billowed up into the sky.
With the rituals almost entirely pinned down by the attacks from below, most of this strike's force landed upon one of the primary esoteric ritual hubs, inflicting fundamental damage.
Under the impact of that ferocious force, the Ritual Field Domain had no time to layer together and resist. It was instantly forced apart and torn open by the rapidly expanding shockwave, collapsing outward layer by layer from the center.
Through the light and dust, the entire process of destruction could even be seen with the naked eye.
When the Spiritual Impact struck, Yuchi Bin, though not at its very center, was still caught in its force and sent flying.
If the remaining esoteric rituals had not protected him, more than half his body would have turned to ash the moment the impact arrived.
He shook his head and pushed himself halfway upright, his heart filled with shock.
In all his life, he had never seen a Spiritual Impact so overwhelmingly powerful. In that instant, it had felt as though the sun of the Old Continent had fallen into Nether Capital.
He opened his eyes and saw nothing but a vast expanse of white. A moment later, the surrounding air rushed back toward the center, forming powerful vortices.
Spiritual Fire rose from his body. He grabbed his Great Axe and drove it into the ground with a clang, then his massive frame rose to its feet again.
Looking around, he saw that the place where he had stood—once one of the highest points in Nether Capital—had almost been leveled to the ground.
Where the esoteric rituals