In the heat of their battle, Shenlong saw an opportunity. With one final burst of energy, he struck the Crimson Altar, channeling all of his power into a single, devastating blow. The altar shuddered, cracks spreading across its surface as it began to crumble.
Mo Tian's face twisted in horror. "No! You don't understand—without the altar, all of this power will be unleashed!"
But Shenlong's resolve did not waver. "Better the power be destroyed than fall into your hands." With one final surge, he shattered the altar, unleashing a blinding light that filled the entire fortress.
The resulting explosion of energy tore through the fortress, purging it of the dark energy Mo Tian had so carefully cultivated. The twisted guards fell, their powers nullified as the altar's dark influence dissipated. Mo Tian himself let out a blood-curdling scream, his body consumed by the backlash of his own dark magic.
As the light faded, Shenlong found himself standing amid the ruins of the fortress, his allies beside him, exhausted but victorious. The Black Veil Sect had been defeated, its dark ambitions crushed, and the realms had been saved from certain doom.