As Xian Lin'er and the others, in their utter despair, chose a defiant death by self-detonating their Soul Cores, an immense energy torrent swept forth, violently tearing at the void. Black spatial rifts, like the open maw of a giant beast, swallowed most of the falling meteor shower that accompanied the Star of Destruction.
However, against the core, thousand-meter-wide celestial remnant, supercharged by Phantylia's divine power, this final requiem—the combined life and soul offering of several Super Douluo and Title Douluo—only managed to increase the cracks on its surface and delay its descent by a few more breaths...
It was heroic, but still futile.
Phantylia hovered elegantly in the void, maintaining the posture of a raised hand beckoning—like a cold conductor appreciating the final movement orchestrated by despair and sacrifice.
She watched the Star of Destruction, born of her will and crushing all resistance, her eyes filled with a joyful and cruel smile.
Destruction, was unstoppable.
"Here..."
Phantylia's cold, merciless voice resonated like a final judgment in the soul of every survivor.
The Star of Destruction, burning with dark red and pitch-black flames, violently broke through the atmosphere's final barrier, its speed abruptly accelerating to the maximum.
The incandescent firelight generated by its intense friction with the air was chillingly eerie, maintaining that ominous, blood-congealing dark red hue.
"...Ends."
Her giant hand, composed of two different forces—destruction and life—maintained its elegant and casual gesture as it gently pressed downward.
This simple action, however, seemed to flip the switch for the world's end.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Star of Destruction finally and precisely impacted the very center of Shrek City, the former site of Sea God Island, which once housed the Sea God's Pavilion and symbolized the academy's honor and faith.
In the instant the collision occurred, time seemed to be forcefully frozen in a single frame.
The sound, color, and motion of everything in the world fell into absolute stillness, leaving only the point where the Star of Destruction contacted the earth.
And then—
A terrifying energy shockwave, which no worldly term could describe, expanded outward from the impact point, forming a perfect, ever-expanding sphere that violently surged in all directions—up, down, left, and right—at a speed faster than thought.
This was not an explosion; it was annihilation.
Whether it was the surviving tall buildings, the foundations of the Soul Tool fortifications inscribed with countless defensive runes, the lives still wailing and struggling, the burning wreckage and rubble...
Even the solid, heavy earth itself, which bore the weight of ten thousand years of civilization, was silently and layer by layer utterly decomposed at a molecular level into primordial nothingness before this ring of pure destructive impact, like fragile paper thrown into an incinerator.
There was no deafening blast, no soaring firelight—only an absolute stillness that froze the soul, and the ultimate annihilation that signified non-existence.
A vast, bottomless circular crater, too large to see across, instantly replaced the existence of the former Shrek City.
The crater's edges were smooth, as if polished by a divine craftsman, the horrifying trace left by the instantaneous melting and rapid cooling of rock and soil from unimaginable high temperature and pressure.
Only then did the delayed shockwave, following closely behind like a material tsunami, sweep violently over everything outside the crater rim, carrying the might to crush all in its path.
It ruthlessly crushed, blew away, and leveled the distant ruins, remnants, and even the terrain that had luckily escaped the initial wave of annihilation.
A violent tremor, like the tolling of a doomsday bell, spread for thousands of miles from the impact point. It was as if the tectonic plates of the entire Douluo Continent were crying out and trembling in agony.
Shrek City, with its ten thousand years of legacy and continental prestige, along with all its history, honor, sorrow, struggles, and loves and hates, was at this moment completely erased from the world's map.
In its place remained only a horrifying, massive sinkhole, emitting wisps of twisting black smoke and a dense aura of destruction, its edges lined with rock formations instantly melted into a bizarre, glassy state, silently recounting the disaster that had just occurred—a catastrophe far beyond imagination.
Phantylia withdrew her hand with satisfaction, closing her eyes slightly as if savoring the full and marvelous feedback of destruction and the despairing emotions generated by the collapse of faith that the strike had brought.
"Cleansed."
She commented blandly, her tone even, as though she had merely brushed a speck of dust from her shoulder.
However, the terrifying effective range of her indiscriminately destructive strike extended far beyond Shrek City's walls.
For the densely stationed Beast Army that had surrounded Shrek City, this was equally a sudden, unheralded, and incomprehensible catastrophe from the heavens.
The countless 100-year and 1,000-year Soul Beasts that formed the bedrock of the Beast Tide—their surging, black, tidal formation was easily wiped away in huge, empty swaths when the first ring of destructive impact expanded.
Where the shockwave passed, they couldn't even manage a single moan. Their bodies, like snow in the sun, instantly vaporized and decomposed, leaving not the slightest trace, as if they had never existed in this world.
Tens of thousands of souls silently returned to nothingness.
The subsequent scorching heatwave and the deadly dust, saturated with destructive energy, brought a second, merciless cleansing.
The Soul Beasts positioned farther out, who luckily were not directly hit by the shockwave, were instantly ignited by the unimaginable high temperatures, turning into countless clumps of desperately running, frantically struggling living fireballs. They were burned into charred, desiccated bones amidst brief, painful screams, finally scattering across the ground.
More Soul Beasts inhaled the dust containing the aura of annihilation. Their internal organs were instantly corroded and burned through. They writhed in agony on the ground, sticky black blood oozing from their mouths and nostrils, quickly succumbing to death in extreme suffocation and pain.
10,000-year Soul Beasts, thanks to their stronger physiques and deeper Soul Power, managed to hold out for a moment longer against this natural disaster, but only a moment.
They roared in terror, frantically channeling Soul Power to condense protective shields, attempting to ward off the destructive torrent's encroachment.
However, their defenses appeared ridiculously pale and weak against the aftershocks of Divine power.
The Soul Power shields burst one after another like soap bubbles in the sun. Their tough scales and thick fur were easily torn and peeled away. Their massive bodies were violently hurled by the irresistible shockwave, tumbling and tearing uncontrollably in the air.
Many 10,000-year Soul Beasts were gravely wounded mid-air, their bones fractured and internal organs ruptured. They crashed heavily to the ground like broken rag dolls, barely clinging to life.
Even those who weren't instantly killed mostly suffered broken limbs and were covered in terrifying, spreading purplish-black wounds corroded by destructive energy. The energy, like the most malicious bone-gnawing maggots, frantically prevented the wounds from healing and continually devoured their precious vitality.
Even the mighty Fierce Beasts were left utterly battered by this sudden, disaster-level attack that completely exceeded their comprehension. They felt a long-forgotten, primal fear and a deep sense of powerlessness.
Bi Ji, the benevolent Jade Swan, instinctively expanded her Healing Domain to its limit in the moment of crisis, attempting to shelter as many of her kin as possible with emerald-green waves of life.
But this act of kindness made her a primary target for the destructive energy.
The waves of life clashed fiercely with the purplish-black destructive ripples but were instantly routed.
Bi Ji felt like a mountain had crushed her. She violently spat out a mouthful of blood tinged with black energy. Her beautiful emerald wings turned charred and dim, losing all luster. She plummeted helplessly from the sky, her aura extremely weak.
Her eyes were filled with unspeakable shock and agonizing pain—not for herself, but for the countless lives of her kind that instantly vanished before her eyes.
The vast underground root network where the King of Ten Thousand Monsters (Myriad Demon King) hid suffered devastating damage.
Destructive energy was violently conducted through the earth. Large swaths of the countless plant clones he controlled, and even his own foundational roots, withered, broke, and then turned to ash.
Nearly half of the hundred bizarre, crimson demonic eyes on his main trunk burst simultaneously due to the terrifying backlash and energy shock. Murky, blood-like sap squirted out, and he let out a piercing mental shriek filled with extreme pain and fury. His strength instantly plummeted, suffering unprecedented heavy losses.
Xiong Jun, the volatile Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, roared and swung his Heaven-Rending Claws, attempting to tear through the destructive shockwave, but the level of power was far beyond his imagination.
His prideful, unmatched defense, which could stand against the Dragon Clan, was forcefully broken. Patches of his dark gold fur were torn and rolled back, oozing precious golden blood. His huge body was violently thrown backward, his internal organs damaged, and blood constantly spilled from his mouth. For the first time, his golden eyes, which usually held only ferocity, uncontrollably showed fear and despair.
The Scarlet King's three heads simultaneously spat out Hellfire to resist, but the flames were easily swept back by the destructive torrent, burning the beast itself instead.
Large areas of his hard, crimson scales shattered and rolled back. His entire body was charred black, and he tumbled away in a pathetic state, smashing down large swathes of forest behind him. All three heads let out excruciating whimpers, and he was completely incapacitated in a short time.
Zi Ji's dark devouring attribute was minimally effective against an attack that purely relied on absolute power to crush everything.
She was violently hurled away by the savage energy torrent. Her purplish-black dragon scales peeled off like rain. Cold dragon blood was scattered across the sky, and she, too, suffered non-trivial injuries.
After the Star of Destruction's impact, the area outside Shrek City, which was previously dense with Soul Beasts, had become a desolate, silent inferno of scorched earth, reeking heavily of burnt matter and blood.
The huge circular impact crater extended outwards for several miles. The ground was in shambles, covered in spiderweb-like cracks and giant claw marks—the final remnants left by the powerful Soul Beasts in their death throes.
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