As the reprimanding shout echoed across the entire Star Realm, the strange aura pervading the cosmos converged upon a distant figure.
This eerie aura, like overlapping layers of black divine mist, wreathed the shadowy figure.
A terrifying pressure, like a colossal divine mountain, bore down mercilessly upon Zhao Rui.
Beneath this pressure, the surrounding space collapsed layer by layer. Even the floating Star Core Longswords buzzed intensely, their very structure destabilized by the immense force.
Zhao Rui's gaze turned cold. A brilliant golden light suddenly erupted from his body, pulsing outward in tidal ripples.
The two forces crashed into one another with a deafening roar, unleashing an apocalyptic might.
In the face of this power, time, space, and matter—everything—was annihilated.
'He's actually this powerful... Don't tell me even the Old Ancestor can't handle him?'
