Chapter 435: Chapter435-The Fall of Mistral Manor
At that moment—
Daniel raised one hand, and a ray of golden light appeared within his palm.
An incomparably terrifying aura erupted from the golden radiance.
The pressure it released was enough to horrify even a T7 Oracle-grade expert standing before it.
The three fifth-stage Oracle-grade representatives were naturally even less capable of enduring it.
The representative of the Everlight Order was the first to react. He nearly began trembling uncontrollably.
"Damn it! That’s a high-stage Oracle-grade treasure!"
"Run!"
As soon as he shouted, his body transformed into a streak of light and fled into the distance.
He had only come here to negotiate on behalf of the Everlight Order.
He had never intended to leave his life behind.
"Damn it! Where did this bastard obtain a T8 treasure?"
The representative of Silvercrown Fortress was equally terrified. He hurriedly transformed into a streak of light and escaped after him.
The Oracle-grade expert from the Carefree Divine Temple reacted just as quickly.
"Damn it! This man is a complete lunatic!"
"He casually pulled out a T8 treasure without the slightest hesitation!"
From beginning to end, Daniel had not even moved a finger.
He had merely revealed his T8 treasure.
Yet the three fifth-stage Oracle-grade experts representing the great factions had been frightened out of their wits and fled immediately.
That was because this was a T8 treasure.
Its aura alone was enough to scare countless Oracle-grade experts to death.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In only a few moments, all three representatives disappeared without a trace.
Only then did Daniel slowly launch the golden light from his palm.
In an instant, a terrifying colossal hand spanning trillions of miles appeared within the starry sky.
The law aura surrounding the enormous palm was so concentrated that it had nearly materialized.
Even the faintest trace of pressure leaking from it was enough to instantly kill any Oracle-grade expert below T7.
Naturally, Daniel had not activated this T8 Oracle-grade treasure merely to frighten away a few insignificant insects.
His true objective was to destroy Mistral Manor within the Flying Fish Plane.
"Go!"
Daniel swung his arm with all his strength.
The colossal golden hand immediately descended toward the Flying Fish Plane.
The entrance, which had originally been nothing more than a narrow crack, was instantly torn wide open.
...
At the same time, within Mistral Manor on the Flying Fish Plane.
An incomparably terrifying aura suddenly descended from above.
Buzz! Buzz!
In an instant, countless experts throughout the manor were forced out of seclusion.
Logan had only just returned to the Flying Fish Plane when he sensed the overwhelming aura of a T8 treasure approaching from behind.
His expression immediately filled with terror, as though he had encountered his natural predator.
"How is this possible?"
"That’s a T8 treasure!"
"Run!"
After recovering from his shock, Logan hurriedly roared at everyone within the manor.
However, Sorys merely let out a long sigh.
He looked toward the golden hand growing larger in the distance, grief appearing on his face.
"It’s too late."
"Once a T8 treasure has been activated, there is nowhere for us to escape."
As soon as he finished speaking, the colossal palm descended across hundreds of millions of miles, carrying a terrifying and unusual law.
That special law had been prepared by Daniel specifically to target the Oracle-grade experts of Mistral Manor.
As a result, none of them possessed any opportunity to flee.
Upon seeing this, Logan understood that escape was impossible.
Yet he still refused to accept his fate.
"No!"
"Are we supposed to do nothing but remain here and wait for death?"
Sorys shook his head, a trace of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.
"It seems there is nothing else we can do."
Memories from his childhood surfaced within his mind.
Back then, he had only just begun cultivating when he discovered that his talent far surpassed that of ordinary people.
His path had been nearly unobstructed, allowing him to advance directly to Divine-grade.
Shortly after reaching Divine-grade, he sensed the existence of an inheritance ground.
He immediately entered it and obtained the legacy of a mysterious Oracle-grade expert.
With the help of that inheritance, he quickly embarked upon the path toward Oracle-grade.
Along the way, he had endured countless life-and-death trials.
After innumerable hardships, he had finally risen above the masses and attained the position of an Oracle-grade expert.
Yet the suffering had never ended.
Even after becoming Oracle-grade, he still had to face the Great Dao Tribulations that constantly threatened his life.
He had spent his entire existence struggling beneath those tribulations.
Fortunately, when he encountered a catastrophe he could not overcome, he met Forefather Mistral.
The Forefather taught him a method of resisting the Great Dao Tribulations, allowing him to cultivate smoothly all the way to the fifth stage of Oracle-grade.
Sorys’s race had also prospered because of his achievements.
But now, the moment he saw the T8 treasure descending upon them, he understood that his life had reached its end.
The countless Great Dao Tribulations that had threatened him throughout his existence had failed to claim his life.
Instead, he would die because of an inexplicable struggle between factions within the starfield.
Looking back upon his life, he had spent nearly all of it running, fleeing, and cultivating.
He had never truly rested.
At last, he could finally stop.
"I hope that in my next life, I can experience life and death as an ordinary mortal."
"Even if such a life is filled with suffering and exhaustion, it would last only a few decades."
"After a hundred years at most, I could peacefully return to rest."
The golden hand drew ever closer.
Its dense T8 pressure seemed capable of crushing him into the depths of the earth.
Sorys calmly closed his eyes.
However, not everyone could accept death as peacefully as he did.
"No! I’m still so young! I don’t want to die here!"
"My race still depends on me to continue prospering. I absolutely cannot die!"
"My next Great Dao Tribulation hasn’t even arrived yet! How could I die in a place like this?"
The other Oracle-grade and Divine-grade experts of Mistral Manor desperately attempted to escape.
They transformed into streaks of light and shot away from the manor, trying to flee beyond the Flying Fish Plane.
However, many more had already fallen into despair.
"It’s over. That treasure will undoubtedly destroy our very existences."
"We may not even have the opportunity to reincarnate."
"We always spoke of our next lives..."
"But now, we won’t even have a next life!"
"W-Waaah!"
Boom!
Amid endless curses and anguished wails, the colossal palm finally arrived above Mistral Manor.
It descended like the collapse of the heavens.
The experts attempting to escape were the first to be crushed into fragments.
Even those who had luckily escaped the immediate range of the palm were instantly countered by its laws.
Their bodies were dragged backward like iron drawn toward a magnet.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless structures were instantly reduced to ash.
It required only a single palm strike.
Mistral Manor, which had stood for countless years upon the Flying Fish Plane and had been established by the T7 Oracle-grade Forefather Mistral—
Was completely destroyed beneath that single blow.
Because of the unique properties of the T8 treasure, the scene of Mistral Manor’s destruction was simultaneously transmitted to the outside world.
Beyond the Flying Fish Plane—
The three Oracle-grade representatives of the great factions, who had only stopped after fleeing for a long distance, stared blankly at the sight of Mistral Manor collapsing.
The terrifying aura and heaven-defying power released by the T8 treasure made them realize for the first time just how insignificant they truly were.
Before such power—
They were no different from ants.
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