The Eastern Domain Lord, Nangong Shuo, struck in the same instant. His Jade Ruler swept across the sky, transforming into a mountain tens of thousands of feet tall that crashed down to suppress the enemy!
Three Domain Lords joined forces to suppress him!
Yet the dwarf's self-detonation had reached its critical point. Its destructive power was like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Though the three Domain Lords' suppression was formidable, they could not completely contain it in an instant!
At this life-or-death moment—
"Quiet."
A hoarse, ancient voice, as though it came from the depths of endless space, suddenly rang through the great hall.
The voice was not loud, yet it carried a strange penetrating force that instantly drowned out all the commotion.
In the next moment, the destructive energy about to erupt from the dwarf seemed to be gently clutched by an invisible hand. It abruptly froze.
Then, under the disbelieving gazes of everyone present, the power capable of destroying a city vanished without a sound, like a pencil sketch wiped away by an eraser...
It had not been suppressed, nor counteracted. It had been transferred.
It was as if an invisible hand had torn open the fabric of space and casually tossed the destructive energy into some unknown dimension of the void.
At the center of the great hall, space rippled faintly. A hunched figure in a coarse hemp robe quietly appeared, like a blank space slowly emerging in an ink painting.
The Void Walker!
He still looked as unremarkable as ever: a gray-brown hemp robe, sparse gray hair, and a face etched with deep wrinkles. But now, no one dared mistake him for an ordinary old man.
His cloudy eyes swept across the hall, pausing briefly on the dwarf.
The dwarf had collapsed to the