Long Yuan stood in the distance, his lips moving several times, yet in the end, he could not utter a single word.
Mu Yunyi stared at the seven-colored feather floating in the void for a long while. Then, in an extremely soft voice, she voiced the thought everyone harbored but dared not say: "The Demon God is injured!"
That was right.
The Demon God was injured.
Even if only a single feather had fallen.
If it had been anyone else, accomplishing this would have been nearly impossible.
And in this duel, which no one had originally favored, a scene that left everyone utterly incredulous had now appeared.
Kong Fang looked at that feather for a long time. Then, he raised his seven-colored pupils. There was neither anger nor killing intent in his eyes; instead, a trace of satisfaction arose. "Excellent!"
They spoke. Their voice remained calm, yet it was more solemn than ever before.
So solemn that every word caused visible seven-colored ripples to spread through the surrounding void.
So solemn that everyone watching from afar—whether Void Refinement Dao Lords, Spirit Transformation Venerables, or Nascent Soul True Lords—felt a chill at the same instant.
In an instant, everyone present felt their hair stand on end.
They knew that Kong Fang was about to get serious!
The moment Kong Fang's words fell, the entire starry sky began to collapse.
This was not a figure of speech. Rather, the boundless void behind them was crushed as if by an invisible giant hand at the instant the Seven-Colored Tail Screen fully unfurled.
Space did not crack, nor did it twist.
Instead, centered on Kong Fang, it collapsed inward layer by layer in every direction, each layer thoroughly grinding the laws of that region to dust.
Time Law coiled around the edges