The smoke from the shattered Void-Sealing Runic Barrier was still lazily curling around the polished pillars of the banquet lounge when Tony Clark calmly stepped over the fractured flagstones.
His hands were tucked casually into the deep pockets of his dark hunting cloak, his signature lazy posture completely restored despite the apocalypse unfolding outside. Beneath his robes, the newly synchronized Ethereal Sun Ascension realm power vibrated with an infinite, terrifying density, its liquid white-gold solar lines cycling through his meridians at an accelerated 4.5× baseline multiplier.
BOOM!
A cataclysmic shockwave violently rocked the inner palace corridors, causing the white-stone walls to groan as thousands of deep fractures webbed across the ceiling. The Great Imperial Sect Master's final, full-scale army assault had officially breached the tertiary defensive lines of the capital.
