The pillar of flesh was riddled with cracks.
One shattered face after another screamed, and even the holy hymn broke apart, losing all semblance of a tune.
It was like someone had stepped on CU's oxygen tube. Every life-support machine and device began blaring alarms at once!
The white deer's mechanism was outrageously overpowered, like a hard counter in a game trumping everything else. A single strike from An Ran had achieved what Ji Jue, Inayat, and Tang Qian combined had failed to accomplish.
Even though the gulf between their ranks was as vast as heaven and earth, and An Ran's all-out strike had inflicted no serious wound, Baicang's effect had already taken tangible hold of Beiling's soul!
Ji Jue and the others' destruction had been like demolition work. Unable to reach the load-bearing beams just yet, they could only tear into walls and smash floors. But Baicang's sword was entirely different.
The bleak autumn wind swept everywhere, soundless and unseen.
With that faint resonance, Beiling's entire being came under indiscriminate attack. Every mind body, every fragment of his divided self, every consciousness, every stray thought and idea—all developed a crack at once.
As though cleaved by a sword!
Compared to the whole, the damage amounted to less than a hundredth, less than a thousandth. It was so slight, yet so evenly spread, penetrating every opening, present everywhere.
At this critical moment, with the self-destruction poison spreading, it was like ripping off everyone's masks in the middle of a plague.
A spark fell into an oil drum, detonating the latent threat of self-destruction!
The will to die burned like flame. Fanned by the autumn wind, it merged completely into a raging tidal wave, swallowing the countless desires and crystallizations Beiling had gathered and utterly destroying his reserves.
From countless cracks