Rumble—!
It was as if hundreds of trillions of dazzling crystal diamonds detonated at once—the thunderous roar boiled over, surging like water, like a tide. Waves of light, heat, and shock scattered in all directions, chaos beyond words plunging heaven and earth into darkness. Sonic booms, explosive collapse, even the rending of space itself, all churned together like a vast ocean erupting into flames.
Everywhere burned, everywhere boiled, and then everything evaporated.
It was the Human Heaven‑King taking a single step and shattering the luminous earth.
Like a catastrophe-meteor accumulating infinite kinetic energy, trailing a blaze of disaster, in an instant the sky and earth collapsed. With this single step, Andrew Han plunged the world into darkness—as if a terrifying meteor had crashed straight into the starry sea, stirring up boundless, inexplicable waves!
Ripples of energy, surges of energy, a tsunami of energy!
"Come! Come! Come!"
His figure was magnificent, white hair blazing—Andrew Han was roaring.
A single step shattered this layer of Light Sky!
The world of light was shattered from that moment on—even the light-source nodes and transmission beams withered and collapsed. The Arshen Tribe’s five hundred Void Rift–tier Light Clan Primevals felt themselves tossed in a storm, battered by chaotic shockwaves striking their light-bodies. The endless turmoil left all five hundred Primevals stricken with fear, sensing the vast crisis looming overhead.
Chaos... too much chaos... desolate upheaval...
Could such a scene ever be described by the word 'chaos'?
"This is bad."
A Light Clan Primeval screamed in panic.
"Don’t let him succeed!"
Other Primevals flickered and leapt, rushing to aid their comrades and continue the fight.
"Quick, regroup—regroup now!" All five hundred Primevals were swept up in the chaotic aftermath, fully aware of their dire predicament. They shouted, "We Primevals must unite our strength to resist the Human Heaven‑King—not to defeat, but to delay, to pin him down, to give Asheron Arshen and Kedoran a chance to kill Andrew Han!"
Primevals of the same realm killing an Ancient Heaven‑King—no matter how many, it’s almost impossible.
But they could still greatly influence or even suppress an Ancient Heaven‑King.
Therefore—
Disrupting their formation, interfering with spatial energy—this was exactly the effect Andrew Han sought. If the five hundred Primevals were allowed to gather in perfect order, launching attack after attack in structured waves, he would struggle to withstand them.
If this dragged on, he would inevitably lose.
And this was a life‑and‑death duel—defeat meant death. So he had to shatter the order, break apart the Light Sky, and turn the duel into a slow‑paced melee. Just as eating, drinking, sitting, and sleeping all have their rhythm, so too does fighting for your life; matching the right tempo is everything.
This perfectly timed stomp also moved the two Light Clan Heaven‑Kings.
"All out!"
"Intercept the Human Heaven‑King!" Asheron Arshen and Kedoran instantly charged at Andrew Han—the former wielding a speed‑type Origin Talent, surging to ten thousand times lightspeed; the latter, Kedoran, wielding a flow‑type Origin Talent, Light Flow.
Kedoran spun in place, pulling all things into motion.
They knew this was a critical, make‑or‑break moment—they absolutely could not let Andrew Han charge into the midst of the five hundred Primevals. Otherwise, once the melee began, the Human Heaven‑King would run rampant.
Unthinkable consequences.
It would be a massacre.
In an instant, the heavens trembled lightly, layer after layer of Light Sky churned, endless ripples and vortices testifying to the Light Clan Heaven‑King Kedoran’s Light Flow storm, shattering light‑source nodes and ruptured beams, brewing a terrifying force of attraction.
Tearing, spinning, attracting, repelling—all was flow!
The storm of all things descended!
This was power on par with peak Cosmos Union Tier.
Kedoran stared coldly at Andrew Han, his radiant silver triangular light‑body anchored at the storm’s center, gathering complete, perfected might to block Andrew’s advance.
The tearing force, the pull—all pressed upon Andrew Han’s body, trying to rip him apart, to shred this Human Heaven‑King into fragments.
Rip—rip—Andrew Han’s skin split open, blood gushing like a spring, spilling out only to be swept away by the storm, vanishing into nothing, not a trace left behind.
"Open!"
Andrew Han’s face was expressionless; his crystalline, jade‑like palm tilted gently, its edge sharp as a blade, slicing through the surface of the storm.
The flow of all things was dispersed.