Heaven Sunderer blazed crimson as it carved through. Time — severing Nian Shi's connection to alternate moments. Space — locking the blade's path across all dimensions. War — ensuring the strike would land true.
Then—
The blade connected.
"Ugh—!"
Golden blood sprayed as Heaven Sunderer bit deep into Nian Shi's side—the first real wound they'd inflicted.
The Time God's eyes widened in genuine shock. "You—"
Yun Lintian twisted the blade. "That's for Kong Ling."
Nian Shi's form flickered violently before shattering like glass—not dying, but forcibly retreating across countless dimensions to escape the wound.
His final whisper echoed through the void:
"Not bad. You have adapted quite well… but this game has only just begun."
Silence fell. Nian Shi had escaped.
Qing Yun exhaled shakily. "You... you actually hit him."
Kong Xuan's laughter was pure vindication. "Hah! Did you see his face?"
