The dark crimson main body resembled an enraged lava dragon, twisting and swelling. With every pulse, its volume expanded geometrically, radiating scorching waves of air that made the faces of those watching from afar burn.
Where crimson-gold fissures spread, space let out an overwhelmed wail like shattering glass. Fine fragments of space peeled away like ice crystals, only to vaporize in the intense heat.
Dense black void rifts followed closely behind, only to be forcibly welded shut and filled by even more blazing energy, producing a shrill sound like metal grinding against metal.
The sword tip was the first to pierce the low-hanging Sky Curtain, stained scarlet by the Iron Tomb's energy. Like a red-hot iron rod plunged into congealed grease, it let out a scalp-prickling sizzle and dragged a trail of dark crimson energy embers behind it.
It did not stop. It continued upward, tearing through energy clouds as heavy as lead and stirring up violent vortices of turbulence. In an instant, its height surpassed every floating mountain and piece of wreckage on the battlefield, becoming a scarlet pillar that connected the earth to the chaotic heavens, burning with the flames of Destruction!
Its shadow covered a vast stretch of the battlefield, and the ground along its edges rapidly cracked and carbonized.
"Wh-what is that...?!"
On the ground, Mydei, Phainon, and the other Chrysos Heirs were left dumbstruck by the spectacle, their weapons unconsciously lowering slightly in their hands.
The air was thick with a choking stench of sulfur and ozone.
They had expected Yan Huan's true form to be stronger, but they had never imagined he could reach such a level.
This was not merely a difference in power. It was more like suppression on an entirely different dimensional level!
As the blade extended endlessly toward the horizon,