The instant the Fifth Element's light of destruction met the lightning, the entire world seemed to fall into dead silence.
Every sound was brutally stripped away. All that remained in sight was the radiance of ten thousand suns colliding.
Waves spread outward, unleashing a geological catastrophe amid the fragments, enough to move mountains and forge continents.
The earth rose and fell. Wherever the tide passed, countless specks of dust could only leap up in terror before being vaporized by the raging light and heat overhead, vanishing without a trace.
The battlefield where the Ascenders fought was engulfed by a sudden storm. The roars of tens of millions echoed beside their ears, shaking every soul.
Far away on the border front, Fusang observed the entire change, witnessing how that thread of counterattacking lightning soared into the sky, expanded in scale, effortlessly snapped the Fifth Element's Torrent of Destruction, shattered that streak of crimson inch by inch, and let it spread like blood as it played the thunderous symphony of ruin.
And after smashing through endless obstacles and dangers, the purified, iron-like lightning twisted through the air at an angle, slicing across most of the city and its tower with the utter irregularity of a child's Paper Cutter.
The wail of collapsing buildings was drowned out by the deafening explosions.
Everything swiftly crumbled, peeled away, and scattered like dust within the torrent of blazing heat.
When the scorching waves receded, within the vacuum the air had not yet had time to fill, there remained only the ruins of the broken tower—and at the summit of the city, a figure as miserable as a charred corpse.
Half his body was clearly intact, still refined and elegant, yet wherever that lightning, compressed to the utmost, had swept across him had been scorched into a