Chapter 6068

The gray arc did not slow.

It cut through the unraveling mesh of silver as if slicing silk, passed through the remnants of Lucian’s Heavenfall Blade, and continued onward—plain, unadorned, unstoppable.

Lucian’s pupils shrank to needlepoints.

He swung instinctively, Dragonslayer Sword flashing in a desperate horizontal guard. Silver radiance thickened before him, Divine King Bloodline roaring to its peak.

The gray band touched the silver light.

For a heartbeat, the world forgot how to breathe.

Then—