The Wyrm thrashed as its glass-like body screeched from being squeezed. The reflected light that it still managed to absorb grew blindingly intense, but with nowhere to go, it began to feed back into the creature.
Soon enough, its screeching turned into something akin to helplessness as it eventually accepted its fate.
"Now, break!" Lin Mo roared, slamming his armored hands together.
The walls of the cage made from his solidified qi contracted violently.
CRASH! BREAK!
The Prismatic Reflection Wyrm imploded, shattering into a million shards of light and glass that dissolved into motes of light before they hit the ground.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the translucent barrier, the battle had devolved into a spectacle of untamed elemental fury.
Liu Xiaoyu stood in the center of a literal storm as her form became wreathed in arcs of golden lightning that cracked the air around her.
