The Sky Screen Simulated the End of the World! All of Douluo Trembled! Gangzi Wet Himself in Terror! Qian Daoliu Was No Longer Laughing! (1 / 2)

Humm—!

A black, fungus-shaped mushroom cloud, its immensity beyond words, surged violently upward from the epicenter!

Space was like a mirror struck by a giant hammer. With the nuclear blast's epicenter as its singularity, it collapsed into a black hole of nothingness thousands of miles across!

Countless rifts in the void spread outward like a frenzied spiderweb! Within a radius of three thousand miles, land, mountains, and cities were compressed into collapsing spatial faults in an instant.

Then they became countless savage particle storms that swept outward!

And this was only the first warhead!

Before the first mushroom cloud had fully formed, the second, the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth...

Black streaks of light rained from the sky, arriving one after another like a torrential downpour!

Thirty-six thousand world-destroying nuclear weapons, each hundreds of meters long, hurtled at an inconceivable speed tens of thousands of times faster than sound.

Trailing black-and-gold flames of spatial annihilation, they formed a spherical saturation strike, leaving no blind spots as they slammed into the entire Douluo Continent and every corner of the world!

There were no flashy clashes of soul skills, no lengthy chants or spellcasting!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!

This was absolute violence, woven purely from the fission law and antimatter annihilation!

Under the rending force of hundreds of millions of pitch-black pillars of light, the continental plates of the entire Douluo Plane shattered like fragile pastries.

Tens of thousands of blinding nuclear detonations lit up across the continent's surface, merging into a patch of destructive radiance impossible to look at!

The crust groaned violently!

Pulled and torn by more than thirty thousand storms of spatial annihilation, the continental plates shattered like brittle porcelain.

The crust was forcibly overturned and stripped away. Blazing-white mantle magma that had not seen daylight for millions of years erupted furiously from underground,

only to be forcibly ground into nothingness by overlapping spatial turbulence the instant it burst through the surface!

The sea boiled.

Under temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees, the vast ocean stretching ten thousand miles around the Douluo Continent

turned directly into a hazy white tsunami of supercritical steam, surging straight toward the Sky Screen,

while the exposed abyssal seabed was plowed into smooth, glassy scorched earth by the nuclear bombs that kept falling!

Before the searing mantle and blazing-white magma from the core could erupt through the surface,

they were vaporized outright within the storms of spatial annihilation, broken down into the most fundamental particles!

Mountains and rivers turned to ash, and the sea was boiled and evaporated clean away in an instant.

The exposed abyssal seabed was then pulverized by the gravitational fields of the black holes that followed!

It was as though the entire continent had been scoured clean.

The Sky Screen's simulated view finally pulled slowly up into the sky.

The once flourishing, verdant Douluo Continent had vanished completely.

In its place was a ring-shaped abyss in the void, tens of thousands of miles across, floating on the surface of the Douluo Plane!

There was no land, no mountains or rivers, no seawater,

and even the free-floating spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been torn into the most primal embers by that pure fission.

Only tens of thousands of pitch-black spatial vortices turned slowly in the depths of the abyss, like a festering wound on the Douluo Plane that would never heal.

Above the abyss, the Sky Screen displayed the final calculations of this simulated strike in glaring scarlet characters:

[Projected saturation strike completed.]

[Destruction rate of surface structures across the Douluo Continent: 100%.]

[Life-form extinction rate (including Titled Douluo, Limit Douluo, and Hidden Demigods): 99.97%.]

[Ecosystem reduced to zero. Laws disrupted across the entire region. Estimated time required for complete recovery: 160,000 years.]

[Sky Screen simulation's overall conclusion: before the God-Slaying Superweapon, individual might... cannot be calculated.]

[In conclusion: the yield of the Conventional Strategic Nuclear Weapons currently stockpiled by the Longcang Empire

is sufficient to scour clean, completely vaporize, and disintegrate the entire Douluo Plane, together with every subordinate plane under the Divine Realm's jurisdiction... more than eight hundred times!]

Boom—!!!

At that moment, the glaring black light of the projected scene slowly faded!

Yet the suffocating sense of world-ending destruction crossed dimensions through the Sky Screen and pressed with undeniable reality against the chest of every living creature in the plane!

Silence.

Deathly silence!

The wind on the Douluo Plane seemed to stop, the clouds seemed to freeze, and the breathing and heartbeats of hundreds of millions of living creatures came to a complete halt in that second!

"This... this erased the entire plane... and everything in it... into nothingness?!"

Inside the grand throne hall of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

At the center of the hall, Yu Xiaogang, who a moment earlier had been red-faced and waving his arms in support of Qian Daoliu's on-screen comments, abruptly froze mid-gesture.

His lips remained half-parted, his ringing declaration of "Martial souls reign supreme; external things are ultimately illusions" forcibly lodged in his throat.

Eight hundred and thirty times! Scouring the Douluo Plane clean more than eight hundred times!

At that moment, the entire world of understanding constructed by this self-proclaimed foremost theoretical Grandmaster was smashed to pieces on the spot by that horrifying spectacle.

"Fake... this is impossible... the calculation is wrong. The Sky Screen must have calculated it wrong..."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were terrifyingly empty as his hands clawed erratically at the top of his head.

His meticulously groomed hair was torn into disarray, and he did not even notice the tiny beads of blood seeping from his scalp.

Extreme terror shot straight to his brain, and his knees shook violently.

Gangzi could no longer support his limp body. With a thud, he crashed to the floor like a heap of sludge!

A warm liquid silently spread down his trouser legs, soaking a large patch of the robe that symbolized his dignity as "Grandmaster."

Yet the entire hall was so deathly silent that no one had any attention left to spare for his disgrace.

On the dragon throne.

Xue Ye's formerly upright body had almost completely sunk into the broad seat, his hands instinctively gripping the armrests for dear life!

At that moment, all this old emperor, who had ruled his empire for decades, could do was stare blankly into empty space.

His chest rose and fell, every breath a trembling gasp.

On the right side of the hall.

Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned for his elegance, composure, and unfailing calculations, also swayed involuntarily.

He stumbled half a step backward, his back slamming into a pillar with a dull thud.

Clack!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile staff that had accompanied him for decades, symbolizing the majesty of the world's foremost support sect, slipped from his grasp.

Its head struck the floor and instantly broke into four or five pieces of jade.

But Ning Fengzhi merely leaned against the stone pillar in dejection, staring numbly at the shattered jade scattered across the floor, unable even to muster the thought of bending down to retrieve it.

He controlled the wealthiest sect in the world, and precisely because of that, he understood what this meant better than Yu Xiaogang did.

This was not something the individual divine might of a few peerless experts could resist. It was an abyssal behemoth so immense it inspired despair, something even the gods could not begin to comprehend.

In Spirit City's Worship Hall, one could have heard a pin drop.

Qian Daoliu, who had just been so composed and confident, now stood rigid beneath the Angel God Statue.

The pride on his face, that air of seeing through everything, had long since vanished.

He was "no longer laughing."

Not only was he no longer laughing, but the golden eyes with which he stared into the abyss on the Sky Screen were widening and trembling violently!

Crack!

The phantom Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand abruptly shattered into golden fragments that filled the air!

He stared fixedly at the pitch-black emptiness on the Sky Screen that had erased everything. Remembering his earlier grand laughter, he realized he must have looked like a clown to the people of Longcang.

The oath he had just sworn before the whole world—"I shall stand at the forefront and break it with a single sword strike"...

At that moment, it became a resounding slap that echoed across the plane, striking his holy, noble face with brutal force!

Break it with a single sword strike?

With what?!

Was he supposed to use his angel body to withstand thirty-six thousand god-slaying nuclear bombs capable of scouring the Divine Realm clean eight hundred times?!

"Pfft—!"

Qian Daoliu, the Peerless Douluo who had remained proud and arrogant for an entire century, felt a surge of blood rush straight to the crown of his head. His face went from deathly pale to purple, and a sudden metallic sweetness filled his throat,

as a mouthful of scorching blood sprayed onto the white jade steps of the Angel God Statue!

Qian Daoliu's back, once as straight and imposing as a god's, seemed to buckle beneath an invisible mountain at that moment.

He sank numbly to his knees at the feet of the Six-Winged Angel statue, lifting his head to gaze at the pure Angel Sacred Flame cradled in its palms,

and a bleak, ashen smile of self-mockery rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Angel God above... how could this mortal world give birth to such a monstrous empire, one that can grind even gods into dust?!"