Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1695 - 960

The power of the dimensional rift. When the last common lord of the Spirit Race lifted the celestial sword above his head, the sword light that did not physically fall had already erupted in full force. It was a vacuum abyss devouring starlight, with twisted physical laws wailing and shattering at the edge of the abyss, directly cutting towards the crucial anchor point to the real universe — the energy conduit array at the core of Queen Rose Port. He no longer cared about any strategy or tactics; destroying this node equaled completely severing the throat of humanity’s reinforcement. This was the last desperate gamble of the Dark Spirit Race!

Yet that destructive sword light, capable of swallowing stars, did not touch the glimmering conduit array. A figure silently descended before the abyss’s edge. Without the fluctuation of space jumps, without the sign of energy gathering, he seemed overly “real,” like an anomaly that shouldn’t exist in this distorted domain. Gu Hang, the creator of the Alliance and the embodiment of the Storm God Kingdom, merely raised an arm. His five fingers grasped the air without brilliance or roar; the Chaotic Abyss, cut by the celestial sword, which could extinguish the laws of the material universe, crashed against an invisible cosmic barrier. The screech of dimensional tearing instantly became a muffled whimper, with the abyss-like light flow forcibly compressed and condensed! In a flash, a river of resplendent energy, flowing with stardust and galaxies, was “pinched” in Gu Hang’s palm. It no longer wantonly cut through space but flowed gently like a ribbon between his fingers. He even looked down at this magnificent river of light, transformed by the ultimate destructive power of the Cormo Sword of Destruction, with no expression on his face, calm to the point that Victor’s soul core felt a cold sting — this was not fear, but an instinctual warning from a higher-dimensional being facing an unknown level of existence. Victor’s pride didn’t allow him to retreat; the Cormo Sword seemed to sense its master’s resolve, and the black gem on its hilt, which devoured starlight, suddenly lit up with countless malicious runes. A screech that pierced through the soul dimension exploded within the gem, not a sound but a direct negation of the essence of existence. Any mortal life merely grazed by the ripples of this screech would be thoroughly “erased” from existence, along with its history and causality returning to nothingness. This was a manifestation of a fraction of the God of Thousand Faces’ core power, known as the “Extermination Echo.”