The Giant Utusan Langit recoiled, its six wings flaring, attempting to create a shield of pure Qi Surgawi. It bellowed, a sound like a chorus of shattering crystal, attempting to push back the descending darkness.
But the black blade continued its descent, unyielding, relentless. It met the shimmering golden shield. The shield did not break, it simply dissolved. Absorbed. Negated. The golden light of the Giant's body began to dim, as if its very essence was being drained, pulled into the hungry maw of Pedang Neraka.
"You cannot consume a Shard of the Throne!" the Giant screamed, its voice now laced with genuine fear. "We are extensions of the Divine Lord himself! We are pure essence!"
"And pure essence is the sweetest wine," Ye Cangtian replied, his voice a low, predatory purr. Pedang N
