Just then, at that critical instant, the atmosphere on the battlefield abruptly froze.
An unprecedented aura of killing intent swept out like an icy storm.
Between heaven and earth, an oppressively deathly silence foretold the storm about to come.
"Profound Meaning Rakshasa Soul Sever!"
Luo Ping's voice was low and ice-cold. Every word seemed to come from a land of deepest frost, stabbing straight into the depths of the heart and making people feel a chill from the inside out.
In that instant, his figure resonated with heaven and earth, reaching the absolute peak of his limit-breaking state. The Soul Power surging around him was like a raging sea, churning without end.
Behind him, a hideous, terrifying Rakshasa phantom quietly emerged. It was formed from endless darkness and resentment, slowly rising from the depths of the Nine Nether Abyss, draping Luo Ping in a mysterious and fearsome veil.
The existence of that phantom made the surrounding air even heavier. Even the light was devoured by it, leaving only endless gloom and despair.
The Dark Fiend Demon Scythe in Luo Ping's hand underwent an earth-shaking transformation at that moment.
The original scythe suddenly swelled to nearly two hundred meters, stretching across the sky and radiating a cold gleam that made the soul tremble.
The surface of the black-purple-silver scythe was covered in a strange, hazy luster, beautiful yet terrifying. Black-purple illusory flames blazed and leaped across the entire scythe like the fires of hell, able to scorch the souls of all living beings.
Upon it existed an incomparably profound Intent Realm that was both sinister and sacred, carrying a rhythm that suppressed all living things.
With an angry shout, Luo Ping gathered all the strength in his body into this single strike.
The enormous scythe broke free from the shackles of