The sea of stars threatens to collapse.
All cosmic space shatters.
In this moment, in this scene, all things cease to exist. Chains of light and space collapse, even the flow of time warps and distorts. Only the Yarlowe Star-King, suppressing endless hatred, crashes through the sky as if to pierce the heavens.
He has waited so long.
Nothing can stand in his way.
It is as if the colossal gears of history have begun to rumble and turn.
"Die! Die! Die!"
The Yarlowe Star-King's once-handsome face, now twisted, roars: "You—shall—die!"
Boom!!!
Space and time explode! The Imperial Star is ground to dust and vanishes! Twelve Light Clan beings are hurled backward!
Crack.
An unparalleled impact births waves of light in countless colors; the burning spatial storm could destroy a true black hole.
If this strike landed in the Solar System, the entire planetary system would be obliterated.
"Hahaha!"
Bleeding and wounded, the Yarlowe Star-King laughs with wild abandon.
"You're insane!"
The crimson Light Clan being emits a piercing, shrill wave of sound.
Sudden upheaval—at the scene, the Yarlowe Star-King's reckless, life-forfeiting ferocity utterly terrifies the twelve Light Clan beings: "What is this Human's origin? Time-Space Grit combined with another Cosmic Wonder, Ushaming, has sealed this star-region, greatly weakening our supreme omnipresence talent."
"The plan has changed."
"Argo is searching outside; we must buy time for Argo."
A fleeting exchange, consensus reached—the Light Clan instantly decides to retreat first, then reconvene to discuss the search for the lost place.
"You want to leave?"
The Yarlowe Star-King, hair wild and disheveled, staggers forward three steps: "Which worm dares to leave first!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
With three forceful steps, he blocks off three light-years around!
Even for the Light Clan, born to flight, traversing three light-years takes time. But they do not intend to fly.
"We Light Clan are omnipresent."
"Even if our talent is greatly weakened, what does it matter?" Eleven strange beams of light prepare to leave.
Fleeing far away...
Random light-shift...
At most, they've given up on precise positioning...
Boom, boom, boom.
Each one flickers and leaps in succession, attempting a great stellar shift.
But all are bounced back, still blocked by an intangible, formless barrier. This is no mere weakening—it is a primordial seal akin to those used on celestial bodies. The Light Clan is truly shocked.
"The secret art he cultivates also possesses a sealing effect."
"This is bad. Unless we kill the Yarlowe Star-King, how can we, who rely on flight, escape?"
Twelve Light Clan beings—the weakest is at the Cosmic Eternal Realm.
And the strongest Light Clan member is the crimson one who destroyed the Verlon Winter Imperial Star; it watches as the Yarlowe Star-King charges again.
"Damn it!"
"This Yarlowe Star-King is truly insane!"
The crimson Light Clan being flashes violently, never expecting the Yarlowe Star-King's murderous intent to be this intense.
Incomprehensible.
Deranged.
The other eleven Light Clan members are even more terrified.
Are you kidding? Never mind that the Cosmos Ancient Kingdom has been fallen for so long—even the highest sector kings in other Human Ancient Kingdoms couldn't possess such terrifying killing power!
"I'll hold him off."
The crimson Light Clan rushes to meet the Yarlowe Star-King.
Boom!!
In an instant, the two collide; the boundless Flame-Smoke Goldstream blasts out a massive depression.
Immediately, the depression spreads in all directions, forming a black pit in the blink of an eye—a black hole! The two of them have struck a black hole!
"Light!"
The crimson Light Clan roars: "Leave this Yarlowe Star-King to me! I'll cover the rear—leave quickly, seize the last moment, assist Argo at once, we absolutely cannot return empty-handed!"
Silence for half an instant.
The other eleven Light Clan respond in unison: "For our clan!"
"For our clan, at any cost!"
The crimson Light Clan barely manages a reply.
With those words, the exchange ends.
Killing intent sweeps forth.
The Yarlowe Star-King, above even the Cosmic Eternal Realm, is utterly reckless and bloodthirsty, appearing directly before the crimson Light Clan: "Endless! Abyssal! Torrent!"
He spreads his arms wide, his body blazing, the eyes that should have been pure silver now wild with hysteria.
"My Human race—"
"Supreme!!!"
In this moment, the Yarlowe Star-King nearly overshadows the entire Flame-Smoke Goldstream.
Rip!
The crimson Light Clan's layered light wheels burst with multicolored flames—apparently bleeding, it is wounded.
"Go find Argo!"
It manages only half a shout before being pummeled down by the Yarlowe Star-King's fists, black holes erupting one after another around them.
...
At the edge of the star system ruled by the Verlon Winter Empire.
The Light Clan known as Argo leaps about, scanning countless suspected coordinates of the lost place, like a coldly grinning, jagged wheel of light.