The crack was thin, flashing across the Blazing Sun Holy Dragon's chest for barely an instant.
But for Electrolux, that instant was enough.
He stood before the last shred of Long Yaochen's consciousness, the Holy Blade of Life in his hand suddenly rising. Following that crack, he thrust it into the brightest spot on the Blazing Sun Holy Dragon's chest.
In the next moment, Long Yaochen's consciousness shuddered violently.
That strike had not landed on his body, yet it hurt more than having flesh torn apart.
The Blazing Sun Holy Dragon suspended above seemed to sense something. Its dragon wings slowly folded inward, and the golden radiance filling the sky pressed down at the same time.
The ruins of the Tower of Heaven had already been submerged in divinity.
At the center of the ruins, only this sliver of clarity belonging to Long Yaochen remained, protected by the blade's light.
And now, Electrolux was going to carve out the part that could still be called "Long Yaochen" from that blazing sun.
The blade slowly pressed into the crack.
Golden divine light surged violently, as though trying to seal that opening shut once more.
Electrolux's figure became increasingly transparent beneath its glow, but the hand gripping the blade did not waver in the slightest.
"Come out," he said softly.
The Holy Blade of Life abruptly flicked upward, forcibly prying a strand of crimson light from the Blazing Sun Holy Dragon's chest.
That light was thin, like the last trace of warmth left after being scorched by the sun.
Yet the moment it appeared, Long Yaochen's nearly numb consciousness suddenly reacted.
He recognized it.
It was nothing else—it was his humanity, on the verge of being burned away entirely!
Long Yaochen stared at that cluster of crimson light, and his consciousness suddenly