Just a Hair's Breadth Away?

Horrifying.

Other than horrifying, there was no second word that could describe the Supreme Sacred Domain at this moment.

The Light Grindstone, powerful enough to crush the Star River, carried the absolute weight of twelve kinds of rules. Every time it descended another inch, the surrounding space let out a grating cracking sound.

It was like old glass being forcibly squeezed by a Hydraulic Press.

"Creak—creak—"

Yang Yu, standing at the very center of the grindstone, looked as if nothing was wrong.

He even had the leisure to forcibly compress the Sword of Judgment, which had originally been ten thousand zhang long, down to three feet.

The multicolored radiance on the sword, however, had grown so dense that it seemed ready to drip.

"Get up... for me!"

Yang Yu stomped both feet violently against the empty space.

There was no point from which to gain leverage.

Yet he still managed to unleash an imposing force as if he could shatter the earth beneath his feet.

The eight Divine Rings inside his body reversed madly, roaring like an overloaded Engine.

The gray Chaos Divine Power was no longer merely defensive. It transformed into a pillar that propped up the heavens, supporting the slowly descending Light Wheel.

"Zzzzzzt!!!"

Two completely different energies devoured each other madly at the point of contact.

Sparks flew in every direction.

Any spark that fell into the mortal world would be enough to instantly evaporate an entire ocean.

"This kid... is he even human?"

The war angel hovering in midair gripped his Giant Sword, his hand trembling slightly.

He could clearly feel that the power of judgment, strong enough to suppress every Heretic, had sunk into the sea the moment it touched Yang Yu's body.

Not only had it failed to cause any damage.

Instead, it had