At that moment, everyone looking in from outside could clearly see the terrifying killing formation extending from every direction within that universe.
Over a hundred million flying swords seemed to become peerless blades capable of slicing the world apart.
A hundred million impossibly fine, unmistakably distinct, incomparably swift trails shot toward a single point from a near-infinite range of angles.
Those slender fissures all pierced that point, as though splitting the entire universe in two around it.
And at the center of that point was, naturally, the spot where Thunder Immortal Lord and Thomas had just been standing.
At the very last moment, both men summoned all their strength to defend against those terrifying attacks.
Their defensive capabilities were clearly impressive. At first, their power blocked the attacks of the first two million flying swords.
Yet their defenses held for only an instant.
That invincible defense, supposedly unbreakable anywhere in the universe, was utterly pierced by the flying swords that followed.
At the focal point of those endless attacks, no matter remained.
The bodies Thunder Immortal Lord and Thomas occupied, along with their divine authority, flesh, and souls, had been completely annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.
Even the vast quantities of nightmare power they left behind, as tenacious as maggots clinging to bone, were completely shattered by that terrifying attack.
Standing behind them, Vulcan watched the scene with a heart full of shock, despite having lived for tens of thousands of years.
Over those tens of thousands of years, he had fought countless battles, including innumerable clashes that easily destroyed stars and shattered heaven and earth.
Yet he had never witnessed an attack so pure, so direct, and so swift.
He sensed no impurities or distracting thoughts within that attack.
There was only killing intent boiling to its absolute