The shadow of the Chaos Demonic Ape’s colossal palm, like a curtain blotting out the heavens, completely swallowed the weakly pulsing core of the Heavenly Dao. Black, jagged cracks spread wildly across the surface of the light core, emitting a heartbreaking "clack-clack" sound, as if it would shatter into nothingness at any moment. That pulse, which sustained the last trace of vitality for the newborn Primordial World, was as faint as the final flicker of a candle in a gale, ready to be extinguished at any second. The terrifying cage formed by those five fingers, bearing the absolute power to crush space-time and end all existence, moved steadily, slowly, and unstoppably... closing in!
Yang Jian’s eyes were bloodshot, tears of blood mixed with silver light streaming from his Heavenly Eye. His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear flew from his grasp, carrying his remaining will as it thrust toward the mountain-like fingers, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree; it was deflected by an invisible field of annihilation, the spear wailing as it spun away into the distance. The Somersault Cloud beneath Sun Wukong’s feet glowed as dimly as dying embers. He braced his Ruyi Jingu Bang against the fractured void, his golden eyes fixed on the light core about to be crushed, while a beast-like roar of unresisted defiance tore from his throat. The faint light of Nezha’s surviving primordial spirit flickered, on the verge of extinction, unable to even maintain the form of his Wind a…
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