A shrill, grating sound roared out, as if something were scraping at the void, tearing through barriers and collapsing the world between the cracks.
The giant's skin shimmered with pale gold, his massive frame far surpassing Golden Ao Island. Every muscle stood out in knots, and boundless power surged from him. He wrenched the vast, heavy site of the ancient Heavenly Venerable's dojo from its place, like Pangu, the giant who cleaved heaven and earth in the myths.
Sealing spells blazed and overlapped in layer upon layer, like anchors hooking into the surrounding world, their roots buried in the mist. Yet before that irresistible, overwhelming force, they stretched out of shape and shattered one after another. Streams of light turned into "drizzling rain." The backlash they unleashed could not shake the pale gold or leave a scratch.
Yuan Hong had turned his white hairs into clones, each stationed at a hub of the sealing spells. It was a sound defense, an evolution of one person forming a formation, combined with Golden Ao Island's own layout—a fortress as impregnable as a golden stronghold. But a clone was still a clone, without an independent consciousness, spirit, or mind. When faced with Only I Am Supreme, which struck straight at the heart and ignored all else, they were instantly left without a leader, flustered and helpless. In an instant, they understood their true "identity," reverted to their original forms, and drifted away as strands of white hair.
Once Yuan Hong lost control of his countless clones, the flaws and gaps in Golden Ao Island's own seals could no longer be concealed. Meng Qi's "Heavenly Venerable Su Meng" incarnation seized the opening, unleashing the Four Immortal-Slaying Qis and using One Sword Forms a Formation to throw the layout into chaos. It failed to break