The people of the Chaosverse still clung to a faint hope. They had all retreated into the plane, and not one of them dared speak.
Daniel looked at them, then turned his gaze toward the realm-protecting grand formation before him.
He smiled faintly. "Still unwilling to give up? Fine, then."
The next moment, he raised a hand and flicked a finger.
A beam of light instantly appeared.
The light rapidly evolved, and among vast galaxies and star rivers, countless races and divine beings manifested within it.
Boom!
The light struck the protective grand formation directly.
The formation collapsed instantly as though it were made of paper.
This was absolute suppression in terms of Strength. The Oracle-grade powerhouses were not even given the chance to reinforce the grand formation. It was as simple as an elephant crushing ants beneath its foot—the disparity in Strength was simply too enormous.
