The abyss drowned beneath black-white, crimson and black.
The World Transcendents' eyes widened.
Their barriers had withstood Phei for an hour because vast cultivation continuously nourished them. Every spear he shattered had been replaced by another tide of power. Every scar he carved into the shell had been washed over and healed before he could deepen it enough to matter. Phei had spent that entire hour watching those repairs, learning how quickly Essence reached damaged sections and how much of their reserves they were willing to pour into defense whenever he forced them to respond.
Now the monsters had made their first true mistake.
They had withdrawn their deepest reserves from those barriers.
Everything was being gathered for the final strike.
Phei had been waiting for exactly that.
The Void touching their barriers suddenly drank:
