Her voice was as cool as ever, though it carried a trace of fatigue almost too faint to notice.
Then she struck out with a palm.
It was the strongest palm strike she could unleash—and her last.
Above Jiang Mian's head, the phantom of an azure sea condensed out of thin air.
The sea stretched beyond sight, like a real ocean shrunk countless times and suspended in the void.
Waves surged and spray flew across it. Every drop held water power of extraordinary density.
Then a tributary split from the sea.
At first, it was only a few zhang wide. But the moment it broke away from the phantom sea, it swelled wildly, like a water dragon freed from its bonds.
Ten zhang, a hundred, a thousand—in the blink of an eye, the tributary became a mighty river five thousand zhang long. It poured down from the sky like a silver waterfall descending from the nine heavens.
Bolstered by that five-thousand-zhang river, the remaining Dark Lasers could hold out no longer. They began to crack apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the onslaught of the river, the Dark Lasers snapped inch by inch. Fragments scattered, then vanished without a trace.
Carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth and the power of the remaining torrent, the five-thousand-zhang river surged straight toward the Shadow Clone.
Boom!
A deafening blast shook heaven and earth.
The surging water swallowed the Shadow Clone. It swallowed Qin Yan, Mo Yuan, and the entire battlefield.
After engulfing everything, the river lost none of its momentum. It kept spreading in every direction.
Wherever the churning waves passed, they swept everything away. Rocks were ground to dust, and deep gullies were carved into the earth.
"Run!"
"Get out of here!"
The surrounding prodigies cried