Zong Shen continued pressing both hands downward toward the vortex.
Grayish-white light poured continuously from his palms like a living tide.
Then his hands covered the boiling violet-black vortex.
Wherever the light reached, chaos and erosion were forcibly calmed and assimilated.
The vortex spun slower and slower.
The thorn-like energy tendrils writhing like living creatures at its edges rapidly withered and disintegrated in the light, then were assimilated and absorbed by the power of chaos.
The roars and shrieks coming from the depths of the vortex grew even more frenzied, filled with resentment and venom.
More shadows churned on the other side of the dimension, all trying to seize their final chance to breach the passage that was about to close.
Several tendrils covered in suckers and bone spines even shot out violently, lashing hard against the barrier formed by the grayish-white light with dull impacts.
Each strike made the entire plane fragment tremble violently, causing the already ruined stone pillars around the plaza to collapse one after another.
But Zong Shen's expression did not change in the slightest.
The Chaos Godhead within him slowly revolved, supplying him with nearly inexhaustible power.
This was not merely a battle of energy expenditure, but a crushing suppression at the level of laws.
The essence of the Nightmare Dimension's power was chaos, fear, and erosion.
The power of chaos, however, encompassed all things. It could evolve all creation, and it could also return all things to their origin.
At this moment, he was employing its aspect of returning to origin, intending to completely erase this rift that should not exist from the structure of reality.
"Annihilate."
He uttered the word softly and slammed both palms downward.
The intensity of the grayish-white light abruptly rose by an entire level, turning into something like tangible