Shen Liqiu scoffed. "Arrogant."
Her fingers flicked, and a storm of razor-edged leaves sliced through the shadow, each one infused with the power to sever spiritual energy. The shadow staggered, its form flickering—but it quickly reformed.
Yang Ningchang and Lynn exchanged a glance before nodding.
"Spatial Collapse!"
"Reality Anchor!"
Yang Ningchang's technique warped space itself, creating a crushing vortex around the shadow, while Lynn's golden energy solidified the laws of reality, preventing the shadow from escaping.
The shadow roared—a soundless, yet deafening scream of fury.
Then—
Hei Yue stepped forward.
"Enough."
Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of absolute authority.
Her long black hair floated as if suspended in water, and her eyes—deep as the abyss—locked onto the shadow.
"You are but a fragment of oblivion. And oblivion… bows to darkness."
She raised a single hand.
The void itself bent.
