Faint golden Divine Origin glimmered like diamonds within the savage cracks covering the Heart of Divine Remains, not yet fully corrupted.
At the same time, thick scarlet liquid slowly writhed through the cracks like countless venomous snakes hunting for prey.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to sink into Absolute Silence.
Thump.
The enormous heart stopped beating.
That sudden stillness felt more suffocating than any of its previous violent beats, like the oppressive moment before a storm broke.
Qin Chuan's pupils shrank to pinpoints as an unprecedented sense of mortal danger enveloped him.
He knew the heart had locked onto him—the "ant" who had dared enter its forbidden domain.
The next moment, the motionless heart contracted sharply!
There was no sound, no warning surge of energy.
A thread of blood, thin as a hair and formed entirely from scarlet Divine Blood, shot from the crack closest to Qin Chuan!
It did not tear through space or stir the slightest ripple of energy. It simply hurtled toward the space between Qin Chuan's brows faster than thought.
Before that blood thread, Qin Chuan felt that his Shadow Divine Power, his physical defenses, even his soul, were pitifully fragile.
Every means of defense seemed powerless.
This was no attack on the level of laws. It was a direct Eradication by Divine Authority!
It was the purest, deepest fury of the Fallen Deity's lingering will!
There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to dodge!
Qin Chuan's mind went blank, but his body's instincts outran thought.
He did not build a defense. Instead, he did something neither Dies Martin nor Alesha, watching from afar, could understand.
He moved toward the scarlet blood thread that could annihilate him in an instant!
Not to defend. Not to dodge. To devour it!
A mortal body, devouring the blood