Nian Shi's silver eyes gleamed with cold calculation as he exchanged a glance with Yin. Without words, an understanding passed between them—an alliance of convenience between two primordial forces who had been enemies since time began.
Yin chuckled darkly, his abyssal eyes shimmering with amusement. "Shall we?"
Nian Shi's lips curled into a smirk. "Of course."
Without hesitation, Nian Shi struck first.
Time itself fractured around him. Countless silver threads erupted from his fingertips, each one representing a different temporal law—some accelerating time, some reversing it, others creating paradox loops designed to unravel existence itself.
The threads wove together into a monstrous tapestry of temporal annihilation, aimed directly at Ning Yue's core.
Yin moved simultaneously.
