Not an explosion, nor a shattering.
It was a more absolute annihilation, a return to nothingness.
As if every trace of its existence had been erased from "being" into "nonbeing" by this force.
Arms, heads, torsos, scales, bone spikes...
Like a weathered sand sculpture, they peeled away layer by layer and scattered in the torrent.
Not a single scrap remained.
Only some weightless gray ashes, stripped of all energy and spirituality, drifted slowly downward.
The torrent gradually subsided.
The light of destruction slowly faded.
The chaotic void gradually returned to calm.
In that place.
There was nothing.
That Half-step Primordial demon god who had nearly forced everyone into a desperate plight...
Had vanished.
Vanished completely.
As if it had never existed.
Only the faint distortions lingering in the void, along with the omnipresent, gradually fading aftertaste of destruction and lamentation, proved that everything that had just happened had not been an illusion.
And...
At the spot where the demon god's core had been.
Something floated there quietly.
A palm-sized token, neither metal nor jade, neither stone nor wood, its entire body bearing a deep Chaos-colored sheen...
A token.
Countless fine runes, intricate beyond measure and profound enough to make one dizzy with a single glance, naturally flowed across the token's surface.
Those runes seemed to expound upon the birth and end of the universe, the operation and annihilation of the Great Dao.
It radiated something even older, more mysterious, deeper, and more enticing to investigate than that demon god just now...
A faint yet impossible-to-ignore fluctuation.
Had they won?
Had they... really won?
At that moment.
The All Heavens Star Array for Protection had already automatically dispersed when it unleashed its Ultimate Strike, its energy having been completely exhausted.
Everyone floated helplessly in the cold, shattered void, as if all