"What?"
Yu Shu stared blankly upward at that jubilant face, unable to believe it. "I... I... but I..."
"You did nothing wrong. You fought until the very last moment, gave everything you had, and did not betray anyone's expectations."
Ji Jue patted his shoulder and smiled. "Wasn't it precisely because you gritted your teeth and held on until the end that we achieved such a perfect result? Our plan has succeeded."
Yu Shu remained frozen, unable to speak, yet he heard a voice beside him, like an order. "Stand up, Yu Shu—are you, as a rebel, going to kneel and watch the ending unfold?"
Before he could react, his body had already pushed itself upright on its own.
Stiffly, he raised his head.
He looked toward the destruction about to descend.
He could hardly breathe.
Ji Jue stepped forward, staring at the sky blanketed in light as crack after crack spread across it.
The vast camp was like a bubble in someone's palm, clenched by hand after hand, cruelly compressed and crushed bit by bit.
One magnificent colossal figure after another emerged above the heavens, looking down coldly.
They stared at Ji Jue's face.
Ji Jue smiled and waved.
"Hello, everyone."
"Presumptuous!"
The Guardian Saint flew into a rage. Thunder burst from his eyes as he raised the enormous iron hammer in his hand and smashed it down. Like a falling celestial body, it stirred up vast waves.
Boom.
Countless fissures spread. The camp was collapsing, rapidly vanishing from its edges.
Yet Ji Jue continued looking at them through the final bubble-like barrier, his smile full of mockery.
"Something's wrong..."
In Sky City, the Pope, looking down upon it all, could not help clenching his fists.
He felt a tension and unease unlike anything before.
Something was wrong.
Somewhere, something