Two Billion Lights of Civilization

On the other side, Mo Cang had already burned out.

Triple Great Themis pierced his body simultaneously, sending ions splashing everywhere.

This man, once known as the Great Demon King Cang Yue, had battled three Quasi-Emperors for an entire day. Now, he was finally shattered.

He had lost—completely. His eyes were vacant, his force-field body had collapsed long ago, and he was barely clinging to life by reverting to the body of the Three-Eyed Race.

Now, degenerate-state slurry streamed from him as his body was blasted straight through. Themis only had to exert the slightest force, and he would come apart, blasted into pieces across space.

At their level, they all knew how terrifying it was when they fought with their full strength. Yet now, Mo Cang had no power to fight back at all. Killing him was effortless for Themis.

A celestial-level force field locked him down completely, twisting his spin.

"Join the glorious Ascension." Themis stood ready.

Having suffered once at Milan's hands, he would not make the same mistake twice. He was completely focused and dared not underestimate Mo Cang in the slightest.

But Mo Cang truly had no strength left to resist.

"Mo Cang!"

Joshua was in an even worse state. He had been beaten down until he was only the size of a doll.

He crashed into Mars, blasting a crater hundreds of thousands of meters across, and sank deep into it.

Both of them had grown weaker and weaker as the battle continued, and neither had the strength to fight on.

Joshua could only watch helplessly as Mo Cang vanished without a trace, merging into the endless starlight of the Fifth Dimension.

"Mo Cang is gone..."

Even distant Earth could see this scene.

The sun had now swallowed the orbit of Mars.

Its reach