The black suns exploded, sending shockwaves of scorching darkness across the realm. When the smoke cleared, Yang Chen and Xing Wu lay broken—their divine bodies cracked, their auras flickering weakly.
Yun Lintian landed before them, his spear pointed at their throats. "You lose."
Yang Chen spat golden blood, his remaining hand trembling with rage. "This... isn't over!" He raised his head and screamed into the void: "NIAN SHI! HELP US!"
Silence.
No response came.
Xing Wu, despite his injuries, had already begun calculating escape routes with his star divination. His violet eyes darted rapidly—left, right, up, down—searching for any possible path.
Nothing.
Every possible future led to defeat.
Yun Lintian watched them coldly. "No one's coming for you."
Just as he raised his spear for the final strike—
CLANG!
A massive golden scale materialized between them, blocking the attack. The sound of iron chains rattled through the air as an oppressive, rigid aura descended.
