The space left behind after the black hole vanished was like a shattered mirror. Although it had been barely pieced back together, the cracks remained clearly visible.
Unstable magical fluctuations filled the air. Every passing breeze caused the spatial rifts to emit brittle, glass-like cracks.
The surviving dragons huddled in corners far from the area. Their once-proud scales were now dull and lifeless, and their eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.
"That... What kind of monster launched that attack...?" a red dragon stammered. Half of its left wing had been torn away in the earlier spatial collapse.
No dragon could answer its question. They were all still immersed in the terror of that world-shattering attack—just a single red beam had created spatial rifts that even the Dragon race's most powerful magic could not compare with.
Amid that deathly silence, a pale-blue radiance suddenly lit up the distant sky.
"Royal Spear Strike!"
The voice had yet to arrive, but the light had already struck. Like a spear of judgment cast down by a Heavenly God, the blue radiance traced a perfect arc through the sky. The dragons on the ground did not even have time to look up before the earth beneath their feet let out a pained groan.
Boom!!!
A canyon a hundred meters deep split open in the center of the Dragon race's camp. Its edges were as neat as if they had been cut by the sharpest blade. Hundreds of giant dragons that had failed to evade the attack were instantly cleaved in two, their corpses sliding into the abyss along the smooth surfaces without even having time to scream.
Panic spread through the dragon horde like a plague. Even the mighty Dragon Kings had lost their will to fight. Their supposedly proud bodies and defenses were like