Because the battle was too fierce, the speed of automatic space repair could no longer keep pace with destruction.
Crack—crack—crack.
The night sky itself seemed to fracture.
Dark gray space turbulence rolled endlessly, flickering like dying embers. Vast sections of space shattered into fragments, resembling a gigantic mirror riddled with spiderweb cracks.
Each collision of Supreme-level power tore reality apart, only for the heavens to desperately stitch it back together moments later.
…
An Immortal Boat tore through the clouds.
At its bow stood Ethan, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Beside him were Atlas Ashmount, Magnus, and Zeon. From afar, flashes of violent light erupted unceasingly.
That direction—
Noble Sun City.
The spiritual energy there was in utter chaos. Dozens of different Supreme-level auras collided, intertwined, devoured, and annihilated one another, forming a storm so dense it distorted vision itself.
