Chapter 1053: The Battle of Ages

The sky above Beidu shattered. It was not a metaphorical shattering. The very fabric of space fractured into a million crystalline pieces as two distinct, yet horrifyingly complementary, forces converged on a single point. That point was Frank Fang. The Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger, a being of pure, sanctified law, raised its scepter. Golden light, dense and heavy as molten stars, coalesced into a torrent of divine judgment. This was not mere energy; it was the physical manifestation of cosmic...