With Apocalypse's energy support, the pale golden clock barrier Kieran had been barely maintaining stabilized for an instant, even slightly suppressing that terrifying soul-extraction field.
But this feeble resistance immediately drew the most direct and violent response.
The black-gold God-Emperor projection turned its cold gaze upon the barrier imprisoning it.
It raised its sword and lightly swept it toward the barrier.
There were no sound or visual effects, yet the entire Webway seemed to shudder.
A vast force condensed with cold divine will crashed viciously into the pale golden clock barrier!
Crack—!
The Great Clock phantom, already far from bright, flickered violently and nearly collapsed.
Kieran himself suffered a crushing blow. He grunted, and the blood spraying from his mouth changed from gold to dark red as his body swayed unsteadily.
The intricate clock-rune force field on the ground instantly filled with cracks, its light rapidly dimming.
"Old man!" Liang Bing cried out. Through their energy link, she could feel Kieran's condition plummeting off a cliff.
The immense energy output from Apocalypse's reactor seemed like a drop in the ocean before this god!
This was not a difference in scale, but in quality!
"No... without the support of a divine spark, the Great Clock alone can't control it..." Kieran's voice was like a dying candle in the wind, and his gaze began to lose focus. Maintaining the restraint had already consumed enormous energy, and this direct blow had pushed him beyond his limit.
The God-Emperor projection seemed to have lost patience with this "troublesome insect." It raised its hand again. This time, even more black-gold energy gathered in its palm, radiating destructive fluctuations that distorted space itself.
"Quick... get away..." Kieran used his last strength to shout at Liang Bing and Guilliman.
The next moment, the God-Emperor projection's second strike