Before the barrier even descended, that vast will of purification, suppression, and protection had already arrived, as though it would draw everything beneath it into the shelter and confinement of light.
As Qian Daoliu watched the golden barrier slowly press downward, a trace of clear approval finally flashed through his eyes.
"Now that's more like it."
This time, he did not simply wave a hand to defend himself.
His left hand, which had remained behind his back all this time, finally came forward. He raised both hands slightly in a supporting gesture. There were still no Soul Rings, yet the faint sacred aura permeating the Worship Hall, originating from the Six-Winged Angel statue, seemed to respond to an invisible pull, gathering in wisps above his palms.
The next moment, he gently pushed both palms upward.
A beam of Soul Power, incomparably condensed and no thicker than a human arm, yet seemingly formed from liquid golden light, shot into the sky and silently struck the center of the slowly descending Holy Light Barrier.
"Buzz!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deep, lingering tremor, like the tolling of a great bell.
The entire Worship Hall seemed to tremble slightly with the sound.
The seemingly indestructible Holy Light protective barrier, covered in flowing runes, suddenly shook violently the instant it was struck by the golden beam.
Streams of light raced wildly across the barrier's surface, producing a strained creaking sound.
Its downward momentum halted instantly, then the seemingly slender golden beam, containing unimaginable power, slowly forced it upward.
Florian let out a muffled groan, his face paling slightly as he clearly bore immense pressure.
He gritted his teeth and drove his Soul Power to its limit, trying to stabilize the barrier.
The angel and Unicorn runes on the barrier blazed brightly, attempting