Fan Shen gritted his teeth. "Coward! Fight me!"
But Nian Shi was already gone.
The void fell silent once more, leaving Fan Shen standing alone amidst the ruins of his battle.
His fists clenched.
"Yun Lintian..."
A cold grin spread across his face.
"Good. I've been waiting for this."
***
**
*
The battlefield stretched endlessly across a shattered timeline, where broken celestial bodies floated amidst the wreckage of divine combat. Three towering figures stood against a single woman—Yun Wushuang, her silver hair flowing like moonlight, her emerald eyes burning with cold fury.
She faced three Primordial Gods, each radiating immense power.
"I've already explained everything to you," Yun Wushuang said, her voice icy. "Nian Shi is the true enemy. If we don't stop him, he will consume all of existence."
The first Primordial God, clad in golden armor, scoffed. "And why should we sacrifice our power for your cause? Nian Shi has never been our enemy."
