As the voice faded, a cross-shaped blade light—as though capable of tearing endless space-time asunder—surged forward with a biting, world-destroying aura, rushing straight toward Beigong Yu with the unstoppable momentum of a thunderbolt.
Where the blade light passed, space warped, as if violently crushed by an irresistible force.
Beigong Yu's expression turned stern instantly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. From this unimaginably terrifying blade light, he keenly and precisely captured a fatal crisis.
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