The ground, already ravaged and uneven, was now plowed with deep trenches by this power. The very earth groaned in agony under the oppressive force.
The sky above the Demon Cave, once shrouded in darkness, was now illuminated by a golden light as bright as day.
But this was no gentle sunlight; it carried an awe-inspiring majesty.
Under the golden radiance, the darkness in the sky vanished as quickly as burning paper, leaving behind nothing but a dazzling, golden brilliance.
The light was too intense to look at directly, as if it would purge all darkness from the world.
Chu He stood quietly within the golden light, his gaze calm and profound, holding endless wisdom and power.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Beckett, Guerrero, and the Tota Arhat on the ground. He then glanced at the trembling Twelve-winged Angel in the sky, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
