Five layers of purple-black void shields rapidly formed before Scopio, each strong enough to withstand a galaxy-level attack.
But the Genesis Star Sword's pure white sword light sliced through the first three layers as easily as a hot knife through butter.
The fourth shield barely slowed the sword light, and the fifth shattered in an instant.
"What?" Scopio's eyes widened in shock.
The sword light finally struck his chest. Though more than half its power had dissipated, it still left a deep, bloody gash.
Crimson blood poured from the wound, dripping onto the temple's crystal floor.
For the first time in thousands of years, someone had truly wounded the Void Emperor.
Scopio looked down at the wound on his chest, complex emotions flickering in his eyes.
"Pain... I haven't felt it in a very long time."
He touched the wound, and purple void energy began repairing the damage.
But the Creative Force left behind by the Genesis Star Sword hindered the healing process.
Pure white light flickered along the wound's edges, clashing fiercely with the void energy.
"It truly lives up to its legend." Scopio looked up at Lin Ye, all contempt gone from his eyes.
"Even in its incomplete state, the divine sword possesses such terrifying power."
But Lin Ye was in far worse condition.
Wielding the Genesis Star Sword placed an immense burden on him.
That single strike had drained nearly half his life force.
His once-black hair had turned silver-white, and fine lines had appeared on his face.
He seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
"Is this the price of creation power?" Lin Ye felt the strength rapidly draining from his body.
Every swing burned his life away in exchange for enough offensive power to injure the Void Emperor.
But in his current condition, he