The Great Stele Priest's palm strike contained the power of the Civilization Rules it wielded.
It was the embodiment of the sighs and destruction of countless buried civilizations.
Before the palm imprint arrived, the power of rules swept ahead.
Space rippled like water struck by a stone, sending out rings of visible gray-white ripples.
Wherever they passed, illusory scenes of civilizations collapsing appeared across the battlefield.
The surging Dark Tide bore the brunt. Beneath this palm strike, countless Evil Spirits crumbled and vanished silently like weathered sandstone.
In the end, the black fog devoured and reabsorbed them.
As the power of rules advanced, illusory images of collapsing civilizations played out in rapid succession.
Even the Natural Disaster-type Evil Spirits, as massive as moving mountain ranges, could hardly withstand it. After the gray-white ripples swept over them, mottled marks rapidly spread across their enormous bodies, as though they had endured the scouring of time in an instant. Then the gale raised by the palm strike scattered them into clouds of ash that merged back into the black fog.
No matter how fast the Frenzy-type assassin Evil Spirits were, they could not outpace the spread of Demigod Realm power. They vanished without a sound.
The Insect Race suffered equally devastating losses.
Where the gray-white ripples swept past, the creep rapidly withered, carbonized, and lost its vitality.
The eggs incubating upon it instantly died and shattered.
The carapaces, muscles, and nerves of mature Insect Race Units rapidly decomposed beneath the power of rules.
Like wheat beneath a gale, they fell in swathes.
The Player Faction was not spared either.
Before many players even realized what had happened, the palm strike had slapped them into the Little Black Room.
Even players at the edge of the palm imprint's range who activated their petrified forms