In a replay slowed down countless times, he saw a flash of silver light suddenly streaking across, splitting the firmament and chasing forward, overtaking the shuttle in no time.
Then, from within the hundred-zhang Sword Rainbow, a cluster of silver light flickered, appearing to be a ghostly immortal shadow dancing in the air, like a wisp of moonlight rippling between the scenes, flashing in front in just one frame.
As that cluster of silver light blossomed close to the face, fierce light flashed, stars turned, and the core of the Artifact Spirit in the Central Mechanism cage was pinched out with a sword finger.
Thus the core soul of these Mechanical Men, like a thin and brittle, diamond-shaped chip resembling a moth's wing, was pinched into the hand of that humanoid light, struggling desperately like fireflies squeezed by their wings, but to no avail, ultimately wrapped by that wisp of silver light, like some crunchy little snack, consumed in one bite, crunch crunch...
