The irregular cracks within the ice kept spreading, like shattered safety glass. Though it had not broken apart, the fractures were rapidly expanding.
They branched upward for four kilometers, about to breach the five-kilometer mark and split the ice completely in two.
The white mist giant shrouding the moon had originally hovered above it like an illusion, looking down upon the entire lunar surface.
At that moment, it suddenly moved!
A massive misty palm rose from thin air, whipping up violent air currents like a natural disaster before crashing down.
Like the Buddha's palm bringing about the end of the world.
As it descended, the enormous white mist hand continuously solidified and crystallized.
Boom!
The giant palm struck the ice, and the trembling impact unleashed a frigid airburst through the lunar atmospheric current layer.
After the collision, the ice within the massive pit did not shatter from the force.
Nor did the enormous palm, transformed from mist into substance, disperse. Instead, like a snowball slammed into a snowfield, it covered the ice.
It became an overlapping "snowdrift."
The solidified white mist palm gradually turned the same color as the ice in the giant pit, only slightly dimmer.
The ice, originally four kilometers tall, instantly expanded to a height of ten kilometers.
At the third pit.
A full 197 Evil Gods of varying forms, all grotesque and malevolent, with even the smallest standing over a hundred meters tall, had already squeezed free of the black sac.
Their claws gripped the opening of the sac and tore it into fragments, venting the dissatisfaction in their hearts.
Then they attacked together: black threads, corrosive water, curses, sinister power. All manner of attacks surged toward the soul vortex above the giant pit.
The vortex was nearly cut in half in an instant.
Their attacks