"You should never have come into this world; your existence is the greatest mistake of this world."
"Thus, no matter what, today, you must die."
The ethereal voice drifted from the white thunderclouds above, and the figure that emerged from the clouds seemed as if it didn't exist, as though its form was concealed within the clouds themselves.
"Descendant of the Sin King, you, deserve to die."
Boom!
No sooner had the voice faded than the heavenly tribulation, which had accumulated all the spiritual energy, struck down at that moment.
The white column of light, like a cascading waterfall, poured down, and the surrounding space almost instantly shattered into fragments.
The spiritual energy on Earth had been entirely absorbed by the heavenly order, leaving the space here without the support of spiritual energy, becoming extremely fragile.