In the instant Chen Yuanshan felt the fear of death.
The gears of fate.
Had irreversibly turned to their end.
Fang Qingyu's right hand, forming that mysterious seal, had already clenched into a fist.
The fist covered with Star Crystals, softly punched out through the air towards the gigantic figure wildly fleeing away.
The motion was smooth and natural.
At the same time, two calm words were uttered from his mouth, like the curtain call of this farce.
"Falling Star!"
Buzz——
The entire Arctic night sky suddenly turned as bright as day.
Not sunlight, but starlight of utter purity.
Boundless, limitless starlight, seemed to be absolutely summoned by that punch through the air, surging from the depths of the universe.
Instantly engulfing the darkness of the polar night.
Engulfing the light of the stars.
Engulfing the filthy bloody light emanating from the crazily fleeing hundred-meter-tall statue.
