Qin Heng Is Number One!

Thump~ Thump~ Thump~

A bell rang every second as the Space Source Power continuously shook the prison, crushing Feng Qianxue's divine sense time and again.

She gritted her teeth and held on, trying to condense her divine sense and gather strength for a counterattack.

But each time her power had only just gathered a little, the violent tremors that followed would scatter it apart.

Ten strikes, twenty strikes, thirty strikes...

In barely half a minute, Feng Qianxue, who had looked like a peerless celestial maiden, had become a pitifully battered figure drenched in blood.

The chimes of the Eternal Prison were not merely sound waves. They were spatial oscillations akin to the Boundary Ripple Fist, driving and warping the structure of space as they crushed everything inside.

What Feng Qianxue felt now was like standing inside a pulverizer, enduring an all-encompassing, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree crushing grind every second.

Her clothes were shredded, her flesh ground into pulp, and her bones crushed inch by inch into powder.

With her physical body collapsing, her artifacts had lost their effect. Only those countless petals remained.

But even the petals could not gather enough power to resist the Eternal Prison's confinement.

Qin Heng was hard as iron and stone. Destroying one fairy-like beauty was not enough for him; the chimes continued to ring as wave after wave of spatial power rolled over, shattering each beautiful petal one by one.

Eighty seconds, ninety seconds, one hundred seconds...

Feng Qianxue's divine soul let out shrill, agonized wails.

One hundred and forty seconds, one hundred and fifty seconds...

The countless petals began to burst apart one after another. Popping sounds rang without end, echoing against the bell chimes that seemed to come from an ancient age.

At one hundred and eighty seconds, the final petal turned to dust.

Qin