Even as the incomparable light of a silver meteor flashed by for a single instant and violent tremors accompanied the convergence of dark energy,
unexpectedly,
Ye Sheng's crimson-burning eyes froze as she watched the node cracks where dark energy gathered still remain.
Never before had a moment made her feel such a profound, inescapable sense of powerlessness against the unfolding situation.
The nearly thousand-meter mechanical World Serpent crushed the buildings and streets of London like toys, the Fallen Angel grasped a spear of dark light, the Blood Clan wrapped themselves in crimson,
the Ultimate Power known as "Arc" and the giant covered in alchemical patterns fell, an alluring figure stepped out from the dimensional space gate, and behind the figure who put her top hat back on, brass gears meshed!
Looking at the figures of the Executives, each displaying their might, gathering once more before the gigantic scene of the dark energy fissure,
at the center of the cross streets in the City of London,
all the ascending golden glowing Rune symbols extinguished, the brilliant and solemn pitch-black vanished from his body, and the dark gold patterns faded from the corners of his eyes as his gaze returned to normal.
The peerless strength from moments before was like a dying flicker of light, exhausting every last ounce of pitiful energy. The light faded from his eyes,
and as he weakly retched blood, his body—deprived of rest for too long and severely overloaded—could no longer sustain consciousness. His mind began to blur and haze into oblivion, having overdrawn his strength beyond the limit.
That had already been his most powerful strike; he had no other trump cards left.
Was it still no good?
With one final complete thought surfacing, Fang Ran fell straight down, kneeling on both knees.
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