When the Creation Sword came to rest, the black flames that seemed poised to destroy the world abruptly went out. No more fire surged from the Hollows in the earth; instead, the Titan demon god, as towering as a mountain range, was shedding its shell.
Great quantities of black stone fell from its body. That black stone was the dead flesh of the Titan.
Meanwhile, flickering light was continuously generating between its hands. From afar, it looked like a divine sword that was constantly growing!
The earth trembled at this moment—or rather, it was cheering, cheering the arrival of the "Creator."
There was no such thing as invincibility frames when "transforming" in reality.
Yet at this moment, powerful black flames burst forth from the Titan demon god's body, and in an instant, turned the space around it into a kind of absolute domain.
That immense energy transformed it into a black sun, a black sun ten times brighter than the true sun. Countless streams of energy were continuously spilling out, beyond even the Titan demon god's ability to restrain.
After all, it was merely the evil will of the Creator Titan, not the true Creator Titan.
"Fate...?"
Zhao Cheng did not continue his assault. This was not the Titan demon god's weakest moment; on the contrary, it was its most dangerous.
Over the long years, the Creation Sword had accumulated far too much power. Fate had once wrapped around it, locking that power tightly away. Now that the shackles had been removed, the excess power naturally had to be released, lest it destroy itself.
If one interacted with that force at a time like this, the only result would be to ignite it!
Protected by the Creation Sword, the Titan demon god would not be harmed by the explosion. But