Yin, who had been watching the battle with a bored expression, finally raised an eyebrow. A faint, intrigued smirk touched his lips. "Oh? So that's the plan. Sacrifice the many to clear the path for the few. How very... pragmatic of you."
He made no move to stop them. This was getting interesting again.
The original Nian Shi and his twenty copies ignored him. Their full attention was on the barrier. They could feel the two energies within it—the fading but defiant Phoenix fire and the steadfast, ancient power of the Black Turtle. Both were formidable. Together, they were a profound challenge.
But against the concentrated, unified power of twenty-one Gods of Time aiming for the same point?
It would be the ultimate test.
The original Nian Shi pointed his Blade at the center of the barrier. The twenty copies mirrored his action exactly.
"Epoch's End," the original Nian Shi intoned, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
Buzz—
