At this moment, the light in the vertical pupil had dimmed considerably. Even its form had begun to grow unstable, with wisps of energy spilling from its edges before being swept away by the Shadow Domain without ceremony.
"No! Impossible! How could a mere mortal... control... the power of a god!"
The Thousand-Eyed Demon Projection had fallen completely into madness.
It tried to unleash a mental assault, and countless chaotic whispers and horrifying illusions surged toward Qin Chuan once more.
But before the perfected Shadow Domain, these mental attacks were like crashing into an invisible Barrier Law.
The polluted wills that tried to invade Qin Chuan's consciousness were forcibly annihilated by the nascent world laws within the Shadow Domain the moment they touched its range, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
"Your Mental Pollution is useless against me." Qin Chuan spoke calmly, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Your energy is becoming nourishment for me. Your so-called 'majesty' seems more like a joke now."
He raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed them at the altar's core.
The Shadow Domain's devouring power suddenly rose to its utmost limit!
"Roar--!"
The energy vortex on the altar let out an unwilling wail, and its rotation slowed sharply.
A vast amount of dusky purple energy was forcibly stripped from the center of the vortex, transforming into a surging energy flood that continuously poured into the Shadow Domain behind Qin Chuan.
The enormous vertical pupil projection began to flicker violently. Its form grew increasingly illusory, as though it could collapse completely at any moment.
The energy within it was being frantically extracted, making it incredibly difficult even to maintain its own existence.
"Stop! Blasphemer! You will... regret this! The master's... true body..." The projection issued a broken, blustering threat.
"Regret?"