As the Emanator of " Destruction " Nanook, " Lord Ravager " Zephyro traversed countless worlds, burning billions of civilizations to ashes.
He didn't speak, but simply watched Phainon standing on the pile of ashes, covered in blood.
The howling of the swirling storm sounded like a disdainful sneer from Him.
Zephyro raised his hand, which was made of flames. A ball of white fire, hotter than the core of the sun, slowly condensed in his palm. Within the ball of fire, one could vaguely see the afterimages of countless civilizations struggling, wailing, and finally turning to ashes.
Those worlds he had personally burned down have now become fuel in the white flames.
Phainon raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and cleaned the ash clinging to his eyelashes.
He gripped " Dawn's Advance " tightly, and the flames on the sword surged once more, even brighter than when he had just slashed at the Antimatter Legion.
Step by step, he trudged through the scorching earth, facing the white flames that could burn the world to ashes, facing the Lord Ravager standing at the end of the passage, without pausing for a moment.
The golden blood left a long trail behind him, which was quickly evaporated into golden smoke by the high temperature.
He knew this was just the beginning.
To reach Nanook, he would have to burn through even more obstacles, bleed even more, and might even burn himself to ashes.
But so what? Having gone through thirty million lifetimes of reincarnation, Phainon had only been waiting for this moment.
The white flames in Zephyro's palm grew stronger and more intense, the howling of the storm grew louder and louder, and the temperature at the entire firewall boundary had climbed to a terrifying critical point.
The " Dawn's Advance " in Phainon's hand emitted an excited buzz, as if it too was anticipating this collision that would burn everything in its path.
The humans and the divine messengers faced each other from afar, separated by a burning passage.
The next second, two flames carrying the will to Destruction collided like two colliding meteors at the boundary of Amphoreus ' firewall!
" Dawn's Advance " was reversed in his hand, and Phainon was like a burning red meteor, rushing forward close to the boundary membrane.
A long, incandescent line trailed from the sword tip, cleaving through the air. Wherever the sword wind passed, the Voidranger who hadn't had time to retreat didn't even have a chance to dodge. They were directly shattered by the aftershocks of this sword energy, turning into a string of exploding dark purple sparks.
Before the ball of white fire in Zephyro's palm had fully solidified, Phainon's sword was already upon it—he had no intention of cutting the ball of fire; he was aiming for Zephyro's raised hand.
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The incandescent sword light struck Zephyro's wrist precisely, splitting the nascent white flame in two.
The two halves of the flame lost their support and flew to both sides, smashing into the boundary membrane and burning large areas of charred black.
The force of the Zephyro strike sent Fenfeng staggering back several feet, and for the first time, the void trail beneath his feet, formed by the intense heat, broke.
Phainon pressed his advantage relentlessly, his movements unwavering. He reversed direction, using the momentum to execute a spinning slash, the shockwave from the sword forming a circular wall of blades that swept outwards.
The remaining Antimatter Legion soldiers who had narrowly escaped the first wave of sword energy and were trying to regroup were completely wiped out this time.
The Voidranger: Trampler antimatter armor and the howling Voidranger were all reduced to the finest ashes under the sweeping force of this ring-shaped sword energy; even their screams were instantly evaporated by the intense heat.
Within a radius of several miles, only Phainon and Zephyro remained.
"It seems that Nanook's Voidranger: Reaver are only of this caliber." Phainon gasped for breath, his voice hoarse.
His sword tip pointed directly at the Zephyro, the gold and black flames on the blade burning fiercely, reflecting off his face, half of it golden divinity, half dark purple Destruction.
The Zephyro did not respond, nor did it fluctuate, as if it had not been itself that had just been cleaved in two, as if the annihilated Antimatter Legion were nothing more than pebbles on the roadside.
Phainon took a deep breath, and the scorching flame in the cavity of his chest was fully mobilized. Divine blood surged through his body, crashing against every wound, causing his eyes to twitch in pain.
He raised his left hand, fingers spread, palm facing up, and clenched it tightly towards the desolate void at the edge of the firewall.
Buzz--!!!
Deep in the void, he pulled out a massive meteorite from the air.
It was a piece that had been dragged from the outer asteroid belt, several miles in diameter, its surface still burning with dark red flames from friction as it passed through the atmosphere, carrying world-destroying kinetic energy, as it roared down towards the Zephyro.
The meteorite's trail of flames drew a blinding red line through the dark void, its momentum as powerful as a rainbow.
Moreover, a pair of wings burst forth from beneath Phainon's shoulder blades, the wing bones gleaming with a heavy black, while the feathers themselves flowed with the color of molten gold.
Layers of gold and black feathers overlapped, with tiny flames burning at the edges. Each time the feathers were fanned, the sparks that fell carried a heat that could ripple through the air.
This is the first time in thirty million lifetimes that he has combined the gift of " Destruction " with the obsession of " World-Saving " into the same pair of wings.
With a flap of its golden and black wings, Phainon used the momentum to leave a scorch mark in its wake, rushing straight into the trajectory of the falling meteorite. Man and sword became one, closely following behind the burning boulder, and pounced towards the Zephyro.
The boulder attracted the opponent's initial attention, and the moment Zephyro raised his hand to break the rock, his sword struck just in time, precisely targeting the half-moment of the opponent's attack.
The next instant, the Zephyro stirred.
The swirling storm made its first sound—a very faint, delicate hiss, like something being ignited.
He raised his other, uninjured hand, fingers spread, to meet the falling meteorite.
Without any dramatic impact, the instant the Zephyro's fingertips touched the meteorite's surface, the entire giant rock, spanning several miles, was silently sliced into dozens of uniform cubes as if it had been thrown into a set of precise, millimeter-sized cutting blades.
That wasn't all; suddenly, lines of flowing, cold data appeared on the cut surfaces of the cubes.
Dense, glowing, dark red data streams crawled across the surface of every pebble like ants, rewriting and erasing its composition.
After being overwritten by the data, those cubes became meaningless, transparent objects that were neither rock nor metal. Then, under some unseen command, they silently collapsed and disappeared, as if they had never existed.