Columns of dazzling light erupted from beneath He Ao's feet.
In an instant, these light columns pierced the heavens and the earth, like giant pillars propping up the sky, forcibly resisting the descending hand from above.
Brilliant radiance shone around He Ao, forming a circle, a wall of light momentarily obstructing the approach of surrounding starlit snowflakes.
These densely packed pillars lit up one by one, reaching the end of the sky.
The reflection in the starry sky lowered its head, gazing beneath the hand.
From the perspective of sight, it seemed improbable for him to see the place obscured by the giant hand.
Yet, his 'gaze' descended, fixed on He Ao below.
Fierce pressure, infested with terrifying pollution and ravings, intensified as it descended from the sky, pressing down on He Ao's soul, pressing on his body.
Twisted purple light seeped from the skin as crystalline as jade, coagulating into dark red blood.
Crack—
