"Stop."
Yan's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried clearly into the bridge of Lieyang's flagship. "Pan Zhen, if you keep firing that cannon, I guarantee you'll regret it."
On the bridge, Pan Zhen turned to Xuan Kun almost without hesitation. "Stop the attack!"
There was even a barely perceptible trace of urgency in his voice.
If not for Di Hongkun's compulsory order, he would never have wanted to fire the God-Slaying Main Cannon.
Now, with the angels intervening, he had a legitimate reason to stop the attack.
For the first time, he felt that the angels' arrival was such a wonderful thing.
Xuan Kun's fingertips flew across the control panel, and the crimson-gold light at the flagship's main cannon abruptly dimmed.
The beam that had been bearing down on Sun Wukong rapidly narrowed as though its source had been cut off, finally dissolving into a wisp of heat that dispersed into the air.
With the pressure suddenly gone, Sun Wukong stumbled forward, his legs giving way as he nearly plummeted from midair.
He barely steadied himself. The golden phantom of Heaven and Earth Manifestation flickered violently behind him a few times, then silently dissipated like a candle flame burning out.
He dropped to one knee, gasping for breath as sweat dripped down his fur onto the ground.
Only then did Ge Xiaolun finally come to his senses and rush up to Rena.
"Sister Na, are you all right?"
Rena stood rooted to the spot, her hands still held in the position she had used to channel energy, but there was nothing between her palms anymore.
She looked down at her empty hands, then up toward Lieyang's flagship, indescribable emotions surging in her eyes.
In the end, she merely shook her head.
"...I'm fine."
Nearby, Du Kao released