A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Great Stele Sacrifice.
Without differentiating, the flames of civilization erupted around him, his figure transforming into an even more intense golden stream of light, crashing fiercely into the layered prism corridors.
If you can't distinguish, then crush all of them!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of space prisms exploded successively under his frenzied impact, countless fragments shattering and vanishing.
Wherever he passed, he plowed through a path of destruction, continuously extending forward, composed of shattered mirrors.
Dominant, tyrannical, crushing all ostentations with absolute strength.
But when he broke through the layers of mirror corridors, the sight ahead made him pause.
What lay ahead was still not the source, presenting a spiral staircase constructed from countless interwoven space channels, leading to an unknown direction.
His strength could still crush everything.
