Ten thousand points of burning iron light rose into the sky, merging into the vast sea of stars. Amid the rotation of countless stars, those radiant glimmers tightened like drawn strings.
Then, merciless killing intent rained down upon the mortal world below, reaching everywhere without exception.
The instant he was targeted by innumerable lights, even Woodman froze for a moment, falling into a daze.
Only one curse had time to surface in his empty mind.
Fuck...
What the hell had happened?
And what the hell was this supposed to be?
That previous strike had looked terrifying, but to him, it had been nothing more than a petty trick unworthy of notice.
But now, as the entire Great Arcanum operated beneath Huai Shi's will, it expanded to a scale that made one's scalp crawl. So immense that... even he felt a trace of dread.
What the hell!
Was there something fucking wrong here? The last time he had seen him, hadn't he still been a Great Siming?
Or had he actually been dead not for two months, but twenty or thirty years, and in the blink of an eye, chickens had turned into ducks?
Even if someone had told him that a man could kill you one moment, advance by stepping into the opening act of the War of All Realms the next, then wipe out the Naglfar Fleet through sheer firepower—and, while he was at it, bring several thousand dead Ascenders back from hell—he would have scoffed.
Who the fuck were you trying to fool?
Was that even reasonable?
But now, he finally remembered... that the existence of certain people in this world was proof that reason itself meant nothing.
For example, the Astronomical Society. For example, Utopia. For example...
Huai Shi!
At that moment, it was not only the