Illusions shattered, and all things wailed.
It had been nothing more than a fleeting, contemptuous glance.
Where the Eye of the Abyss's "scorching gaze" passed, everything rapidly crumbled apart like lime cast into the sea, churning into dust.
That included Huai Shi and the others.
Raymond had only enough time to smash the glass with one punch and hit the emergency maneuver button before a thunderous boom rang out. Vast quantities of viscous foam sprayed from every corner, swiftly engulfing them, solidifying into a soft yet resilient medium.
The world spun.
The airship flickered where it stood, its overload drive activating as it abruptly appeared in another region two depths away.
Yet the cruel afterglow of that gaze still swept toward them.
The airship shuddered again and flickered once more, shedding a mass of fallen components as it fled another two depths away, but the afterglow remained fiercely bright.
At last, amid a deafening explosion at its original position—
The airship's core narrowly evaded that deadly aftermath in its final flicker.
In the blink of an eye, every existence between Depth 1 and Depth 6 suffered an indiscriminate, merciless, devastating strike.
Even the Rotting Dragon was caught within it.
It roared in fury.
There were few survivors, and all were in a miserable state.
"It hit!"
Sixteen depths away, aboard the flagship of the Naglfar Fleet—the vanguard legion of the King of Withered—the Abyssal Jester clenched his fist in excitement.
Then he heard the observation results from a colleague one depth away. "No, it didn't hit!"
Orderly communications and reports came through the chaotic channel.
"Area bombardment complete. The vast majority of targets have been eliminated," the announcer said urgently. "Sixteen fragments are falling downward."
"East Four, West Three, Depth Six, Depth Nine, Depth Eleven..."
The flagship's artillery did not