No one knew when it had begun, but the residents of the Rong Clan had gradually awakened.
They had been suppressed into unconsciousness by the power of the Ant Clan mighty one, not injured. The Ant Clan Foreknower had originally only intended to knock these people out, package them up, and take them away.
But under Wang Qi's pressure, he had to withdraw the power scattered across this planet.
Thus, in that instant, the cultivators of this planet discovered that their "fortune" had vanished.
Yet they did not even have time to feel terrified by this.
There were things far more deserving of their terror.
The entire world had plunged into darkness. But this was absolutely no solar eclipse. No eclipse could possibly plunge the entire globe into darkness like this.
In that instant, every Rong Clan member on the day side saw a seven-colored halo that covered most of the sky.
At the halo's core was a black disc.
Like the throne of an immortal Buddha in myth.
Countless meteors streaked across the heavens. They were larger, thicker, and faster than ordinary meteors.
They fell directly from one side of the sky beneath the horizon.
Even the radiance of the stars was utterly drowned out.
And on the hemisphere where the moon could be seen, everyone fell into a stupor.
In their eyes, the entire sky resembled a taiji diagram.
Above this sky, Wang Qi and the Ant Clan Foreknower were still fighting in the most ordinary, most ancient manner.
No matter which sky it was, lights flashed within it.
They were the gleams of things exploding.
These lights replaced the stars, glittering in the void.
The battlefield between Wang Qi and the Ant Clan Foreknower had already expanded to a region on the ecliptic plane a hundred light-seconds