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As the enormous, monstrous star in the sky turned, blood-colored light as tangible as substance slowly emerged once more. Terror was no longer enough to describe it. The solid-seeming bloodlight fell upon the ground, shearing countless leaves away in an instant.

An aura of ultimate evil spread through the heavens. The entire world seemed shrouded beneath its shadow, and countless living beings fled in panic in every direction, as though the world's countdown to destruction had begun.

Clang!

The sound of steel snapping rang through the sky once more. The first chain broke.

In the underground space, Zhao Fu's body was rapidly reforging itself. His body was now nearly completely reconstructed, yet his heart had not begun to beat. He was like a dead man; only when his heart beat again would the reforging truly be complete, and that would also mean the descent of the Yinghuo Emperor Star.

Clang!

Another sound of steel snapping shattered the heavens as the second chain broke apart.

The monstrous star continued to turn slowly with immense power. No matter how forcefully the leaders of Huaxia's various sects restrained it, it was still to no avail.

The Holy See: An elderly man with completely white hair and a kindly face gazed at the Yinghuo Emperor Star in the distant sky as it began to break free of its chains. His expression was grave as he said, "It seems that even vast Huaxia cannot suppress this Yinghuo Emperor Star. It must not descend into the world, or it will bring disaster. All Holy See personnel, heed my command—activate the Holy Church Formation!"

The mosque: An old man dressed in white robes likewise looked toward the distant sky, at the Yinghuo Emperor Star beginning to break free of its chains. With a heavy sigh, he said,