In the sky, the giant eye erupted once more.
The white radiance was no longer confined to the city walls below. Clinging to the flesh and blood, it surged upstream in an unending flow, transforming into streaks of impassioned white light that stabbed viciously at the flesh connecting to the phantom image of the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings.
That white light utterly ignored the obstruction of the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings and the Starry Sky Flesh, blasting straight through the crown's body along the flesh.
The Crown of Ten Thousand Kings gave off a piercing sound of flesh grinding against flesh, along with a silent wail.
The entire crown began to tremble violently. Crisscrossing fissures abruptly split open across its flesh-forged body, and palm-sized fragments of the crown rained down continuously, plunging into the sea of blood.
Of its six eyeballs tainted by flesh, one was instantly frozen by a ghastly white light.
Then the white light covered it. In the next instant, the eyeball wrapped in flesh exploded with a boom. Its pupil withered, burst apart, and shrank into a lump of dead matter.
After the flesh covering the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings was stripped away, the outline of its true body within was faintly revealed, glimmering with the dark golden sheen of darkness.
Yet the Guardian's devastating blow did not drive back the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings.
Instead, the attack seemed to have stirred the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings' fear—or perhaps made it realize something.
It began madly squeezing the flesh below. Dark red veins and roots twisted toward the wound, joining the Crown of Ten Thousand Kings itself with the true body of the Starry Sky Flesh as one.
Its damaged fissures were sealed shut by denser flesh-and-blood inscriptions, intricate and profound.