However, the Emperor merely raised his right hand. Before the nearly invisible sword could pierce him, the index and middle fingers he had already spread suddenly came together, lightly pinching the achievement of the Shattered Star River.
The immense force of colliding stars had barely begun to ripple before it was completely drawn back in.
Between the Emperor's fingers, it was as though a black hole lay concealed.
The unrecognizable sword of the void was caught there, dragged by a gravitational snare powerful enough to devour stars. It could advance no farther!
The rampant energy dissolved soundlessly, vanishing into an indistinguishable dimension. The air did not ripple in the slightest, and the white jade floor remained completely unharmed. The Emperor stood there like an immovable pillar of heaven, without so much as a twitch.
He looked at the strange mask within arm's reach, and beyond it, at those clear, deep-amber eyes. There was no love left in them, only a resolute intent to kill. They reflected his own figure: still as imposing as a god, yet the hollowness and uncertainty on his face made him seem so deluded, so insignificant.
"I hate your mask, Feifei. I want to see your face."
"You and I can no longer face each other." Feifei met her "lover's" gaze. "Every righteous soul who rises against you will wear this mask. Can you kill them all?"
For a moment, the Emperor fell silent.
His aura gradually grew solemn. Human emotions were fading away, and a god's pride was returning.
"I gave you a chance, Feifei." His voice remained calm, but it was losing its warmth. "I will not stop. Since you refuse to stand by my side and have chosen to oppose me, then..."
His fingers tightened slightly. The motionless black hole suddenly erupted.
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