Fusion was nearing its end.
Above Lin An's head, the "Fusion Light Orb," originally a full million meters across, had already shrunk to the size of a truck.
Amid the rapidly flickering light, only pure helium atoms left behind by the fusion remained.
All impurities had been purified.
Standing beneath the Eastern Hemisphere's hollow, which stretched for more than a thousand kilometers, the light on the dark-golden mask covering Lin An's face flickered dimly.
He silently calculated the force of the slash.
During the brief wait, Lin An was unmistakably made to seem even more mysterious and terrifying.
No one dared disobey him. Almost as soon as Lin An told them to protect themselves, everyone hurriedly summoned all their strength to defend themselves, anxiously awaiting his next move.
Yet as they looked at Lin An, everyone couldn't help feeling somewhat dazed, their awe rising to an unprecedented level.
The aurora stretched across the sky, while space twisted and warped under the high temperature.
Beneath the enormous hollow in the atmosphere, Lin An seemed to have the endless starry sky as his backdrop and the aurora as his hymn, like a god emerging from infinite wonder and descending into the mortal world.
Fusion light lay before him, while the blood-red longsword in his hand radiated powerful Coercive Pressure. The pressure was so strong that tiny black cracks were stirred into existence in the space around the blade.
The cracks hissed.
Listening to the hair-raising sound of Spatial Rend, the people present actually felt an illusion.
(This world seems to be unable to bear this man's power anymore.)
White Fog spread across the world.
With Lin An deliberately controlling the radiated heat and raising the temperature, the waters within several hundred kilometers of him had already risen to around four hundred degrees