The surface of this "star" burns with silver flas, and the fusion reaction within releases a terrifying light and heat.
Although not large in size, the compressed energy inside is enough to instantly evaporate the ocean.
The dragon head on Chai Ye’s left suddenly turns, its giant mouth opening as if to directly devour this miniature star!
"An interesting toy!"
The scorching "star" is swallowed into the dragon’s mouth, erupting with blazing light deep within Chai Ye’s throat.
The high temperature and radiation ravage his body, but only make him let out a satisfied burp.
"Is that all you’ve got? Old man, it seems you’ve indeed aged!"
The central dragon head taunts while the three arms on the right begin sweeping punches.
Space tears like paper under the scrape of his fists, revealing the abyssal essence of the void beyond.
Uther’s figure vanishes again, this ti appearing a hundred ters directly above Chai Ye.
——Three Rings·Gravity Well
Silver light transforms into a distorted gravitational field, attempting to trap Chai Ye within the compressed gravity well.
The surrounding space begins collapsing toward the center of the gravity well, bending even the light into severe distortion.
The scattered organ and tree fragnts are drawn by the gravity, spinning rapidly to form a terrifying "accretion disk."
But such an attack is rely a small nuisance for a Supre Apostle.
Chai Ye’s six wings suddenly flap, and a terrifying force shreds the constraints of the gravitational field.
The compressed space lets out a strained wail, then explosively shatters.
"Alright! The little tricks end here!"
Chai Ye’s three dragon heads lift simultaneously, beginning to gather a truly lethal attack.
Three pairs of eyes ignite with flas of different colors, and the air begins violently distorting from the rapid rise in temperature.
——Triadic Annihilation!
Three beams shoot out from the dragon heads:
The left is a deep red beam burning with rage, reducing everything it touches to nothingness;
The central is an indifferent, cold white beam—pure annihilation power;
The right is a dizzying black beam, imbued with chaos energy capable of distorting reality.
The three beams converge and rge in the sky, forming a terrifying attack that can tear through ti and space.
Such destructive power is difficult even for the void remains of a Great Wizard to withstand head-on.
But Uther displays a calm smile.
As a Mystic Scholar, his greatest advantage has never been direct combat, but the foresight and response to future possibilities.
This mont was already within his predictions.
——Historical Projection
Silver light suddenly bursts forth, and the river of ti manifests around Uther.
Countless historical fragnts ripple like waves, docunting all possibilities of the past, present, and future.
Among these fragnts, several particularly bright points begin to take shape.
The first figure to appear makes even Chai Ye frown slightly.
It’s a young witch with deep black hair like the night sky, her presence stark and cold, her eyes like slowly rotating purple vortices.
Upon her spectral appearance, the surrounding space is imdiately filled with the radiation of strong dark purple magic power.
Faced with the incoming terrifying triadic beams, the witch casually deflects them to an unknown destination.
"Teacher?"
Cassandra’s voice carries evident confusion and discontent:
"I am currently commanding the fleet in the ’Shattered Star Domain’ of the seventh quadrant. Why did you summon my projection now?"
She quickly scans the battlefield, her frown deepening:
"Supre Apostle... Chai Ye? For an enemy of this caliber, you should have notified to return physically."
"Now is not the ti for procedural discussions, Cassandra."
Uther’s tone carries an apology but more urgency:
"Help deal with this madman, and I’ll explain the details later."
Though dissatisfied, Cassandra begins to seriously analyze the battlefield situation.
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