The outpost was in turmoil.
Darkness surged in like a tsunami.
As Quancheng manifested, the torrent spread in all directions, only to seem to crash into an invisible embankment and come to an abrupt halt.
Beneath the Heavenly Eye's gaze, every impact and wave froze solid.
Stagnation.
The Heavenly Origin Law operated here, laying down a rule—those belonging to the Abominations could not leave Quancheng.
Yet even heavenly beings were still hard-pressed when faced with pollution and a torrent accumulated over such a vast span of time. In an instant, countless sounds of rupture rang out through the void.
The absolute decree could scarcely hold against the impact of reality. It teetered on the verge of collapse.
Thus, beneath the Heavenly Eye's gaze, the perfect decree adjusted itself once more, adding flaws. It compromised with reality, trading a partial concession for greater overall strength.
A passage opened within the blockade, like a floodgate.
A breach directly facing the outpost.
At once, endless pollution, disaster beasts, evil creatures, and even lingering spirits surged forth like a mudslide, rampaging ahead and closing in.
Until they collided with the outpost.
Gunfire, flames, screams, and howls became unceasing.
Airships rose into the sky as flares fell, scattering flashes like trails of tears. The fortress's head-on collision with the torrent sent tremors through the earth from the mere aftershocks.
Underground, outside the emergency command center, the corridor lights flickered pale amid the violent shaking.
Dust sifted down, scattering through Lü Yingyue's mottled white hair.
The somewhat aged director hurried through the chaotic, bustling corridor, questioning without pause. "Where is the report on the front-line barricades?"
"Still within manageable limits for now, but consumption is continuing to rise."
"How is Tao Gong?"
"He just woke up and is on his way."
"What about the other directors?"