The bombardment went on without end. With only a slight sense of it, Qiu Yan could feel the entire Literary Web trembling.
It was worth mentioning that during the earlier attacks, the Literary Web had shattered, with nearly one-seventh of it already damaged. This range continued to expand, for besides the bombardment of divine abilities, there was also the rejection of the Blood Purgatory World.
Yet as the Origin aura slowly fused with the Literary Web, this repelling force rapidly diminished.
As for the damaged portions of the Literary Web, the Literary Thought within had suffered some losses, but most of it had long been controlled by the Composite Will and drawn back in.
But the Literary Thought realm within the Blood Purgatory Literary Web was far denser than Donghua's. If it merely kept contracting, it would gradually be packed into half the Literary Web, with no room left to retreat. After all, out of caution, the Blood Purgatory Literary Web had never expanded in the first place, leaving little space for Literary Thought to circulate. If this was not stopped, then once most of the Literary Web was destroyed and the Literary Thought was exposed, the losses would be immense.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At this moment, wild winds rose within the Literary Web. The Origin aura and Literary Thought realm had combined and begun racing on their own, transforming into currents of wind.
After sensing it briefly, the Composite Will said, "Fusion with the Origin Object will take at least the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. Afterward, the Literary Web will enter a period of transformation and reorganization, likely lasting several breaths before it stabilizes."
"I understand. During that time, the torrent of divine abilities cannot be allowed to continue bombarding it. Otherwise, a