Lost in the Nasuverse

Countless trails of Dao fire streaked across the blood-red sky, their glare too dazzling to look at directly. The surging heat reached the ground, instantly sending the trees, soil, and even the rocks beneath the earth into the stratosphere.

Light, sound, shockwaves, wind, flames—before long, blazing radiance rose up. Sky and sea boiled together, earth and fire burned as one, and roaring flames scattered in the gale.

In that world covered by death and fire, beneath the skies of a planet marching toward death, everything vanished into the light. The remaining nearby mountains burst apart as if blasted, and the land was trampled into hell again and again.

When the smoke and dust finally dispersed, nothing remained before the massive cannon. A hole dozens of kilometers wide had been smashed into the earth. It dug hundreds, perhaps thousands, of kilometers deep—shattering the surface, piercing the crust, melting through the mantle, and reaching a depth where calling it the underground would not have been a joke.

"Come out, god from another world. I know you aren't dead."

Having completed the barrage, Okan once again poured spirit particles into his Astral Dress, preparing for a second round of firepower coverage.

"Has anyone ever told you that your Astral Dress is ridiculously overpowered?"

The young man, whose eyes matched those of the Herrscher of Finality, sighed. Even a normal attack possessed power comparable to the White Horse Incarnation at full release. He truly had no idea how powerful this thing would become once it entered something like an overload state.

"If you have a move, use it. Don't waste your breath on meaningless nonsense." Okan sneered, immensely proud of his Astral Dress.

"Otherwise, you won't get another chance to use it."

"You said it."

The young man, who had earlier converted all his