Rampaging energy swept out in every direction, and everything in its path was annihilated.
The mountain range below had long since vanished, replaced by a bottomless crater.
The heavens above had already shattered beyond recognition, exposing the chaotic void.
Even the distant stars trembled violently, as though they might fall at any moment.
The golden light and the attacks remained locked in a stalemate for a moment.
Then, the golden light began to surge back.
Those attacks capable of destroying an entire cosmic sea actually began to collapse, dissolve, and vanish before the golden light.
"How is this possible?!"
A Quasi-Saint expert cried out in horror.
But the next moment, he could no longer cry out.
Because the golden light had already swept over him and swallowed him whole.
He only felt an irresistible force flood into his body. Then his life force, his cultivation, and his Primordial Spirit poured away madly like a river bursting through a broken dam.
"No!!!"
He let out a miserable scream and struggled desperately, but it was useless.
In merely three breaths, he became a dried corpse and fell from the sky.
And he was far from the only one.
Wherever the golden light passed, Quasi-Saint experts fell like dumplings dropped into a pot.
The cultivation they took pride in, the divine abilities they had painstakingly cultivated for countless years, the laws they boasted of—all of them were utterly vulnerable before that golden light.
The golden light seemed capable of devouring everything, ignoring all defenses as it directly drained their origins.
An old monster at the fourth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm roared as he burned his essence blood and Primordial Spirit, trying to break free from the golden light's shroud.
But how could he possibly be faster than that golden light?
The golden