The Abyssal Passage.
The physical existence of the first and second layers was completely erased, and the entire spatial structure collapsed in a series of fractures.
Qin Chuan took Dies Martin across the fissure, which was still spewing Spatial Turbulence, and landed steadily on the ashen ground of the third layer, the Bone Wasteland.
The wind carried the grating sound of bone fragments scraping together.
But this time, before Dies Martin could jump out and start shouting, he shut his mouth on his own.
Not only that, he instinctively backed up more than a dozen steps and nearly stepped straight into the Space Crack behind him.
"Hell! What the fuck is this?" the Lord of Lies whispered, horror thick in his voice.
Qin Chuan raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the scene.
An army of skeletons covered the land ahead. That was nothing unusual.
The problem was the eight enormous sources of energy floating side by side in midair.
The pressure radiating from each one squeezed visible cracks into the surrounding space.
The third layer's Double-Headed Bone Dragon, the fourth layer's Shadow Warlord, the fifth layer's Stitched Monster... all the way to the tenth layer's Demon Overlord.
Eight Demon God Tier lords in all.
Normally, these lords would have been Upper Gods at best.
But now, each of them was connected to a thick, dark-red pillar of light that reached down to the very bottom of the Abyss.
The Abyss Will had intervened personally.
It had drawn power directly from the deepest Origin Essence of the Abyss Core and forced it into the eight lords.
Their Law Fluctuations, once those of Upper Gods, now shot upward at a staggering rate, crossing the threshold and reaching the Half-Step Main God Tier!
Eight Half-Step Main Gods!
And the ground beneath