The shadow didn't speak.
It didn't need to.
Its mere presence was a mockery of their efforts—a reminder that, for all their strength as True Gods, they were still mortal in the face of true primordial power.
Yun Qianxue's expression remained icy, but her mind raced.
This thing... it's not here to fight.
It's here to consume.
And then—
It lunged.
Yun Qianxue met it head-on, her chaos energy clashing against the shadow in a cataclysmic explosion.
BOOOOOM!!
The shockwave shattered nearby asteroids, sending debris hurtling through the void.
Yun Ruanyu's music shifted—no longer attacking, but disrupting, trying to destabilize the shadow's cohesion.
Yun Lingwei abandoned formations and switched to spatial manipulation, attempting to banish the shadow into a pocket dimension.
Yun Qingrou poured every ounce of her healing energy into reinforcing Yun Qianxue's body, ensuring she could withstand the shadow's corrosive touch.
But it wasn't enough.
The shadow adapted.
