Heaven and earth fell silent; all things froze.
The only thing visible was the blazing radiance rising between Ji Jue's hands. Black Flame and Silver Radiance overlapped and intertwined, flashing past before vanishing without a trace.
No one could see what had happened, understand what it was, or sense any change.
Yet everything simply happened as naturally as that.
An incomprehensible phenomenon appeared before Ye Zhun once more. A crack emerged upon Juque, and another great hole appeared in the massive sword, thick and heavy as rock.
Like a tub of ice cream sitting beneath broad daylight, scooped viciously by an invisible spoon that dug out a huge ball of ice cream!
Before he could react, sudden destruction had appeared upon his creation.
He could feel nothing, discover nothing.
There was nothing he could stop!
At this moment, although Ye Zhun possessed overwhelming power and advantage, when faced with Ji Jue's raised hands, he could no longer suppress the chill that crawled down his spine.
Like fish on a chopping block, at another's mercy!
Amid that bitter chill, he did not dare hesitate any longer. Zhanlu erupted, thunder descended from the heavens, flames surged from the earth, and amid the combined thunder and fire, Victory Over Evil went berserk and came crashing down from above!
Ignoring the consumption of True Blood, he went all out, unleashing a wild bombardment!
But it was useless. Between the gaps in the thunder, fire, and bloody radiance, Ji Jue suddenly appeared. Laughing silently, he spread his hands toward him once more.
Black Flame reignited, and Silver Radiance surged.
As Ji Jue's hands came together again, unstoppable destruction descended from nowhere once more!
It could not be refused, evaded, or resisted.
—The Zenith of Scene Tremor lay within it!
Never before had he experienced such