Hongjun's Great Dao ripples were not intense.
They were neither as domineering as Locke's Power of Destruction nor as dazzling as the Lord of Eternal Day's Radiance of Eternal Day.
When these ripples appeared, they resembled naturally flowing rings upon water.
Yet these seemingly gentle ripples gave a vast expanse of chaotic rules within Destruction Time-Space a brief sense of smoothness.
The feeling was wondrous.
The Destruction Crystal Tide still churned.
Low-level Destruction Creatures still roared.
The Level-12 node battlefield still shook heaven and earth with its fighting.
Yet the area where the God of Machines stood seemed to have been gently peeled away from the clamor of the entire battlefield.
Saine could feel that Destruction Time-Space's rejection of him had not vanished.
It was merely that Hongjun had slightly shifted the direction of that rejection.
Originally, the Destruction Supreme could lock directly onto the God of Machines.
Now, the target position it saw seemed separated by a constantly flowing surface of water.
The target was still there.
But with every gaze, its position shifted slightly.
The ripples spread from the direction of the Bronze Gate, lightly sweeping across the area where the God of Machines stood along the originally chaotic veins of Destruction Time-Space's rules.
The Destruction Supreme's third long-range attack arrived at that moment.
It was an extremely condensed stream of dark gold destruction light.
The light stream carried no great fanfare.
Yet every stretch of starry sky it passed through silently dissolved.
Even a Level-12 Strong Practitioner would instinctively feel their heart quail upon seeing this strike.
Locke was holding back the Destruction Supreme head-on. The Spear of Destruction continuously collided with its Rule True Body, and for the moment, he could not completely shield Saine as he had before.
Yet as the dark gold light stream