Disintegrating light!
Turbulent Spirit Energy!
Crimson seawater!
Air molecules!
Dust...
Even sound itself—everything, absolutely everything—was forcibly sucked in beneath that terrifying gravitational pull, vanishing without a trace!
The sight was like a perfect canvas being viciously punched through, torn apart, and kneaded to pulp by an invisible giant hand!
What remained was only a gigantic, wildly spinning wound!
It was a wound in heaven and earth. The aura of destruction it radiated was enough to wither all things, more horrifying than any apocalyptic scene!
The High Priest stood suspended in the air, utterly unmoving amid the winds whipped up by the violent energy currents. His blood-colored robes snapped and fluttered like a scarlet reef standing amidst waves of destruction.
There was not the slightest ripple in His gaze. Instead, it had sharpened to the extreme!
All His divine sense, all His perceptions, became invisible probes that stabbed relentlessly into the very center of that void vortex!
Those pupils burning with undying bloodflame pierced through the chaotic energy storm, carrying an almost obsessive focus and a faint, barely perceptible anticipation—
He wanted to see even the tiniest glimmer of shattered protective divine light from His opponent, or the spatial ripples stirred up by an evasive move?
Even the slightest trace would do!
Yet.
Time trickled by, drop by drop.
One second!
Two seconds... ten seconds... a hundred breaths...
The roar of spatial turbulence became the only background sound.
At the heart of that destructive vortex, aside from its ceaseless devouring and pulverizing, there was only dead silence!
As though nothing had ever existed there, Leaving only the cold, hollow echoes of the void.
At last.
The final trace of hope in the High Priest's eyes went out completely, like the last candle flame in the wind.
A heavy feeling, as though