Reality itself seemed to erase along the path of the God Slaying Sword's edge. Distant stars blinked out of existence. The fabric of space-time ruptured, leaving behind a scar that even the Realm of Chaos couldn't immediately mend.
The Devourer roared, throwing all its power into blocking the strike. Countless tendrils of darkness surged forward, weaving a shield of absolute consumption—
—and were annihilated on contact.
BOOOOOOM—!
The sword's edge carved straight through the Devourer's body, bisecting its form vertically. Black ichor—its lifeblood—sprayed into the void, evaporating into nothingness.
For a breathless moment, silence.
Then—
"ARRRRRGH—!"
The Devourer's scream shook the cosmos. Its two halves thrashed violently, trying to reform—but the wound refused to heal. Yun Lintian's perfected Chaos energy, combined with the God of Death's authority, had made the damage permanent.
It wasn't dead.
But it was broken.
