The Hierarch decided to act personally. Raising his scepter high and kneeling upon the ground, he began to channel the power of the Apocalypse, preparing to harness the might of Haotian to erase this small hill.
A colossal torrent of divine light, resembling a pillar reaching up to the heavens or a descending waterfall, plunged from the sky, hurtling toward the modest hill like a falling meteor.
Yet, once this boundless power of light—the very rules of Haotian's world—penetrated the interior of the little hill, it failed to stir even the slightest ripple, much like a river flowing into the endless ocean.
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