As if an invisible whip struck the earth.
Where the sharp polearm landed, millions of cracks abruptly spread, proliferating. The moment it touched, the invisible power already poured into the earth, ravaging like a flood tide.
Above the heavens, under the envelop of the crimson Burning Star, one bizarre crack after another emerged, as if reality itself could no longer bear the burden, unable to withstand the power brewed within this reenacted record.
The power of the catastrophe converged in one strike, causing the colossal beast hidden deep beneath the nine grounds to tremble violently, shrieking in agony.
A massive amount of foul-smelling blood spurted from the cracks in the ground, along with broken flesh.
Life hanging by a thread.
The soil surged as if some soft-bodied creature was squirming in horror, trying to escape, but ultimately unable to suppress the spreading power within. Barely crawling out onto the surface, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
