A glimmer of hope flashed in Elder Can's eyes. These three were the true pillars of the Void Post Station and rarely showed themselves. He had never expected them to be stirred into action today.
At the sight of the three, the Great Township Lord's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly beneath his mask, but he immediately regained his composure.
"Oh? Finally willing to come out? Good. That saves me the trouble of finding you one by one. You three old fossils, do you plan to join forces and die together, or hand over the core obediently?"
The gray-robed elder in the middle snorted, his voice ringing like metal striking stone. "Arrogant brat! Your Land of Shells is merely a minor faction less than ten thousand years old, yet you dare act so insolently before me! Today, you'll learn that age still has the edge!"
Before his words faded, all three struck at once. Three distinct yet complementary streams of Space Law power interwove into a net that descended over the Great Township Lord's head.
For a moment, the space throughout the Waystation seemed to have been reordered, and even the deathly aura radiating from the Myriad-Burial Void Tassel was forcibly driven back somewhat.
The Great Township Lord's gaze sharpened, and some of his contempt faded. "Interesting. No wonder you've managed to guard this shabby Waystation for so long. In that case, let me show you the true power of the Myriad-Burial Void Tassel!"
He raised the Myriad-Burial Void Tassel high. It instantly swelled to a hundred times its size, countless skeletal phantoms appearing upon it and wailing. A primordial power of deathly stillness, seemingly from the very birth of the universe, erupted and crashed violently into the Three Void Elders' net of Space Law.
Boom!
The entire Special Grade Void Post