Immense explosions, large enough to cover the sky of Chang-Sun’s divine ground, followed one after another.0

“Since I promised to spare you, I’ll stop now,” Chang-Sun said as he held out his hand in the air, smiling coldly. The [Twilight Spear] was absorbed into his palm like a rewinding video. He added, “I need someone to deliver my message anyway.”0

However, only three out of the Seven Mansions of the North had managed to survive relatively intact; still, they were in such critical condition that they could shatter and fall to the ground at any moment.0

『That bastard’s temper… must have gone rotten in twilight…!』0

The three Mansions muttered under their breath; in response, Chang-Sun pretended that he was going to throw the [Twilight Spear] again. The three <Stars> soon took the shape of a snake and disappeared into the sky, but the four remaining <Stars> helplessly fell to the ground.0

Thud…!0

They transformed into a giant tortoise, but they looked very noticeably fatigued and unsteady, having trouble holding up their head.0

『I… want… to… live…』0

The tortoise spoke with difficulty as they watched Chang-Sun approaching them, talking far more slowly than before.0

“You...0