The moment the "Blood Shadow God Realm" completely merged into the Shadow Domain, the vast mountain range saturated by the power of divine remains was reduced to an ordinary barren wasteland.
Far beyond the horizon, several terrifying wills that had been watching this place from afar suddenly boiled over!
"Gone?"
"The aura of the Land of Divine Remains has completely vanished!"
"Who was it?! Could it have been that mortal? He didn't die?"
Furious roars exploded through the void.
The next moment, the sky was torn apart.
Endless black-gray mist billowed forth, filled with stark white bones and the wails of Vengeful Souls.
The massive, indistinct figure of Eternal Silence Throat Mortis emerged from the mist. Wherever His authority reached, the air seemed to freeze and all sound fell silent. A Death Silence Domain that stripped away all life rapidly expanded, crushing toward the place where Qin Chuan and the other two had been standing!
At the other end, a dark crimson abyssal rift opened, bringing with it the stench of sulfur and blood.
The amorphous shadow maw of Light-Devouring Maw Ulganos extended from the rift and unleashed a soul-shaking howl. With its mouth open, it spewed a vast expanse of dark corrosive sludge. Wherever it passed, even space hissed from the corrosion.
It was not just the two of Them!
Behind the death mist and abyssal rift stood even more vague yet powerful figures, each radiating suffocating Divine Might.
The Undead Gods, the Abyss Lords—these predators that had long been eyeing this place from beyond—could no longer restrain themselves the instant the Land of Divine Remains disappeared, launching their attacks at once!
"Perfect timing."
Qin Chuan's voice was calm.
For now, he had no intention of using the Blood Shadow Sovereign, his trump card.
With the restrictions of the Land of Divine Remains gone, the power of Darkest Hour had been fully unleashed, no longer limited by any region.
By creating the Blood Shadow Sovereign and personally experiencing and guiding the fusion of those immense Laws of Blood and Space, Qin Chuan's understanding of spatial authority had risen to an entirely new level.
His perception and command of space were now far beyond what they had once been.
"Shadow Mister..."
Night Power surged around Aleisa, her face filled with worry.
Qin Chuan waved a hand, signaling for Aleisa and Dies Martin not to intervene.
Then, his figure abruptly blurred where he stood.
Mortis's Death Silence Domain swept over like an invisible tidal wave, seeking to drag everything into eternal stillness.
Yet before the domain could cover him, Qin Chuan had vanished without a trace.
"Hm?"
Mortis let out a puzzled murmur.
Pfft!
A shadow appeared without warning behind and to the side of Light-Devouring Maw Ulganos's immense shadow body.
Shadow Strike!
With the Causality Lock of the Sniper God talent, the dagger shot straight toward an obscure node where energy flowed within Ulganos's seemingly intangible body.
"Roar!"
Light-Devouring Maw sensed the danger. Its enormous shadow body twisted violently, trying to avoid the Fatal Strike, while countless Shadowborn larvae split from within it and lunged at Qin Chuan.
But Qin Chuan was faster.
The instant the dagger pierced in, the Chaos Tear property of Night of No Light erupted. A strange force struck directly at Light-Devouring Maw's origin, causing even its body formed from divine power to suffer pain akin to torn flesh.
Light-Devouring Maw immediately let out a wail. It had not felt such pain in countless years.
"A perfect chance!"
On the other side, Soul Devouring Monarch Grego had already arrived.
With a roar, countless chains blazing with scarlet flames shot from the Soul Furnace in His hand, blanketing Qin Chuan from above. Every chain radiated a terrifying aura capable of tearing souls apart.
His timing was impeccable, striking at the precise instant Qin Chuan's attack on Light-Devouring Maw succeeded.
Yet Qin Chuan remained utterly fearless in the face of Soul Devouring Monarch's attack.
"Space isn't limited to straight lines."
Qin Chuan vanished again the instant the chains reached him.
The next moment, he appeared above Gregor's head.
Rain of Dark Erosion!
Caught off guard, Soul Devouring Monarch Grego's divine body was pierced by dozens of Shadow Arrows.
Though such wounds were not fatal to a god, the Chaos Power and shadow corrosion carried within them still drew a pained grunt from Him.
"His speed is too fast!"
"His control over space is actually this refined?!"
The gods who had descended all sensed that something was wrong.
Qin Chuan's movement was far too bizarre, completely disregarding the spatial seals and disruptions imposed by their divine domains.
Every one of his appearances came at precisely the right moment, and every attack targeted a vital point.
"Attack together and crush him!"
Eternal Silence Throat Mortis raised the Bone Horn in His hand, and an even more terrifying power of deathly silence began to gather.
At the same time, River Styx Ferryman Karonnix began chanting an ancient song of the dead. The glow of the Soul Guiding Lamp turned a ghostly green, sinister and strange.
On the abyssal side, Father of Plague Maw Nogros opened His giant mouth, spewing foul Plague Poison Mist like a tsunami.
Several completely different torrents of divine power surged toward Qin Chuan from all directions, seeking to drown him completely.
Qin Chuan stood at the center of the storm, shadows flowing around him.
In his perception, this stretch of space had become extraordinarily unstable under the agitation of the Gods' divine power. Distorted nodes and fragile rifts lay everywhere.
But after being tempered by the "Blood Shadow God Realm," these unstable Space Nodes instead became springboards Qin Chuan could use.
The Divine Might of Darkest Hour, Space-Time Fracture, was silently invoked.
He did not choose to create a zone of absolute isolation. Instead, he fused that space-rending power into his next movement.
Bzzz—
Qin Chuan's figure flashed past an explosion point where divine powers collided. Even the manner of his disappearance carried a trace of the brute force of forcibly tearing through space.
In the next instant, he appeared behind Father of Plague Maw Nogros.
Nogros's enormous body, formed from rotting corpses, possessed astonishing defenses and could regenerate rapidly.
But Qin Chuan was not targeting its shell.
Monarch's Judgment!
A strike condensed to the extreme, carrying the solemn will to judge all invaders, cleaved savagely toward the core where plague source power gathered within Nogros's body.
Nogros's huge body abruptly stiffened. All its attributes plummeted, and even the Plague Poison Mist it was spewing stalled.
"Damn it! How could he possibly..."
Nogros let out an incredulous roar.
But Qin Chuan gave it no chance to catch its breath. His attacks came like a raging storm.
With Darkest Hour's nearly unsolvable mobility and his profound understanding of the Space Laws, Qin Chuan moved freely through the encirclement of several gods.
Every attack inflicted real damage upon one of them.
Though no god had yet fallen, the Gods all knew it was only a matter of time.
For a moment, every god arrived at the same thought without speaking.
It was time to run.
This human must have obtained an enormous opportunity in the Land of Divine Remains. His strength had surged by several levels compared to before.
Fighting to the bitter end was absolutely not a wise choice.
Following Qin Chuan's instructions, Dies Martin and Aleisa did not join the battle. As the two gods watched Qin Chuan move with effortless ease through the attacks of the Gods, their Divine Sense was filled with shock.
This was no longer merely a battle. It was more like a display of mockery.
Qin Chuan was like the most skilled dancer upon a blade's edge, leaping madly along the boundary of death. Every dodge was flawless, every counterattack ruthless and deadly.
"This kid's growth rate is terrifying."
Dies Martin could not help but sigh.
Aleisa said nothing, but her gaze said it all.
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