He walked slowly to stand before Silas, each step seeming to tread upon a red carpet of universal submission.
Unmatched majesty radiated from him, striking fear into all present, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.
"Silas, I gave you a chance."
Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, his tone calm yet carrying a despairing chill.
"It was you who foolishly chose to challenge my authority."
"Now, prepare to die!"
With that, he extended his right hand, his five fingers like hooks.
In an instant, a power even more terrifying than before suddenly burst forth.
Purple-black energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a blinding pillar of light.
It shot directly toward Silas's forehead, with speed unparalleled.
"Ah——!!!"
A scream echoed once more throughout the clouds, sending chills down spines.
Silas's body instantly turned to dust.
Even the soul was completely obliterated by this dreadful power.
Nothing remained.
