The crimson flame great palm seemed to press down upon the sky, illuminating the night expansively, as it swung fiercely towards the bronze chariot like a celestial god reaching to snatch a meteor. The shadow of the palm covered the sky, with fire snakes in the air writhing like living creatures, carrying heat waves that could incinerate mountains and boil seas, along with terrifying pressure that was unstoppable.
Under such immense pressure, the bronze chariot racing like flowing fire was stalled by the solidified void, greatly reducing its speed and revealing its true form.
Only to see the chariot wailing, about to be torn apart by the immense pressure, flames entwined around it, its edges gradually turning into molten bronze, with the Court Angel in a vermilion robe and jade belt, his robe rolling, hair crown falling, his body tainted with blood.
