At the edge of an energy storm, Wang Xian held the Emperor Dragon Spear. Its shaft emitted a chilling gleam, standing in stark contrast to the desolate surroundings.
Having just gone through a harrowing battle, traces of post-battle exhaustion remained in Wang Xian's eyes, but what filled them even more was the relief of victory.
As the whale-like Void Creature was executed, the chaotic energies around him gradually calmed. Wang Xian finally had a moment to catch his breath and inspect this strange world.
A massive sun hung high in the sky, yet its scorching radiance could not bring even a trace of vitality to this land.
Mountains rose and fell across the earth like a slumbering dragon, yet not a hint of green could be seen upon them. There was only bare rock, reflecting a cold, lifeless gleam beneath the sunlight.
As far as the eye could see, for tens of thousands of miles in every direction, there was nothing but deathly silence. There were no signs of life, as though time had stopped here and everything had been frozen in this desolate instant.
Wang Xian frowned slightly, silently lamenting the bleakness of this world.
But he did not dwell on those thoughts for long, because there was something far more urgent to deal with—the complete restoration of the barrier between the deep-level Space Rift world and the Real World.
This barrier was like a screen between heaven and earth, maintaining the balance between the two worlds. If it were completely shattered, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Wang Xian took a deep breath. Space Power within his body began to surge like an undercurrent beneath a tranquil lake, gradually gathering into a formidable force.
A faint silver glow emerged around him. It was the radiance of Space Power, like