Yuan Ming's eyes flew open, his gaze seeming to pierce through countless mountains and rivers toward a distant direction.
Immediately afterward, he took a deep breath. Vast mana surged out like raging rivers, driving the Asura Palace to shift through the void.
A burst of silver light erupted from the Asura Palace, dazzling and brilliant as it enveloped Yuan Ming. Then, in a flash, it vanished into the boundless void.
The next instant, silver light flared again outside a towering purple mountain range. Yuan Ming and the Asura Palace appeared at once, like a deity stepping out of the void, blocking Taotie's frantic escape.
Under Taotie's terrified gaze, Yuan Ming raised a hand and swept it out. An indescribably vast force of mana surged forth, instantly spreading into a spiritual domain that shrouded the void for a hundred miles around.
This spiritual domain was utterly different from before. The original seven-colored radiance had vanished, replaced by a chaotic hue of interwoven gray and black, with distorted halos of light.
It was like an ink-wash painting ravaged by a violent wind. It seemed disorderly and chaotic, yet contained intense, eerie fluctuations.
Beneath the shroud of this spiritual domain, terror flooded Taotie's heart like a rising tide.
It had never seen such a bizarre spiritual domain. The human man before it exerted an irresistible pressure that made it want only to flee this dreadful battlefield as quickly as possible.
"Roar—"
Taotie's furious roar echoed between heaven and earth as it forcibly suppressed its fear and threw open its blood-filled maw.
"Whoosh!"
A dark-green beam of corrosive light slithered forth like a serpent. Wherever it passed, even the air was mercilessly corroded, sending wisps of white smoke curling upward.
The beam struck the inner wall of the Chaos Domain, yet it was like