The shockwave swept across the heavens, engulfing everything in its path.
Countless beings watched the scene blankly as the terrifying explosion continued to expand, its golden radiance illuminating the blood red skies.
The surrounding mountains had already been reduced to nothingness, and the ground beneath the battlefield had sunk several hundred feet.
Even the void itself seemed to have been torn apart, leaving behind countless spatial cracks that slowly devoured the surrounding Spirit Qi.
Within the very center of this destruction, a figure staggered backwards in a disheveled manner.
The woman in pale golden robes was forced to retreat hundreds of steps before she finally managed to stabilize her body.
Her sleeves had been torn apart, her long hair had become disheveled, and the jade ornament that once held them in place had disappeared without a trace.
A thin trail of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.
