Bathed in the light, Aventurine, Dahlia, Black Swan, and even Dan Heng's eyes briefly became dazed and hollow.
Under this almost irresistible pressure, Yan Huan suddenly raised his head.
With his free hand, he raised it toward the giant face in the sky with all his strength!
In an instant, the clouds across the entire dreamscape sky churned and converged madly!
A phantom of a golden greatsword, almost as wide as the giant face in the sky, slowly tore through the overly orderly clouds. With the overwhelming momentum of something that sought to sever destiny and split apart the rules, it fiercely stabbed toward the Aeon's face!
The sound of it ripping through the air boomed like thunder. Wherever the blade passed, even the white daylight of Order twisted and dimmed for an instant!
Yet the giant face occupying the heavens merely shifted its gaze slightly. A massive hand extended from the void and lightly tapped at the menacing golden greatsword.
The golden greatsword, plunging down with tremendous force, shattered inch by inch in midair before it could even touch that finger. It turned into countless drifting specks of golden light before finally fading into wisps of nothingness.
It did not leave so much as a ripple in Order's radiance.
The absolute difference in power was like an insurmountable chasm.
That casual finger tap seemed no more significant than brushing away a speck of dust.
The next instant, that same finger blotted out the sky and pressed silently down upon Yan Huan below.
For a moment, Yan Huan felt his perception of time infinitely stretch and distort.
That divine hand slowly approaching seemed to grow larger and larger in his eyes, every flowing rune clearly visible.
Before the surging might of Order could truly reach him, that pure principle and