"Boom!"
It was like a star crashing into a black hole, with crimson destruction light bursting forth unprecedented brightness and heat, yet its core surge, upon touching that colorless force field, instantly froze like molten lava encountering endless frozen tundra.
The seemingly all-annihilating power of destruction, for the first time, experienced a delay, as if it had collided with unimaginably thick glue.
Jiang Shu's gaze penetrated the explosive flames, precisely locking onto the crimson light's core mark of the Golden Horn Demon Antelope's Life Origin.
His fist moved.
Not with lightning speed, but with an undeniable sense of "rule," it pushed forward.
His Fist Intent changed!
No longer was it simple "power," which was merely the framework.
The aura of the Taichu Dao quietly spread, ancient energy of chaos unformed and origins of all things misted upon the fist's edge, as if intending to return everything to the primal state of chaos.
