Not knowing that Saints from other continents and even a being from the void were rushing toward him, Orien's gaze burned with unnatural vigor, as if the world itself no longer mattered to him. His focus was absolute, locked onto the moment he had prepared for over countless years.
Even if he had known, he would not have cared. In his mind, anything that stood in his way was already irrelevant.
His eyes flashed as he sensed the abyssal energy pillar surge upward, tearing through the sky and smashing violently against the world barrier. The impact was immediate, and numerous cracks spread across its surface, branching outward like fractures in glass.
Initially, the world had been protected by two barriers. One was formed by the World Tree when it was still whole and uncorrupted, but after suffering under the influence of the Demonic Heart, it had weakened significantly and lost much of its strength.
Now, only the final barrier remained, trembling as it endured the pressure.
