The Last Resort, Qingxing Draws His Sword

Raging winds and torrential rain, lightning flashing and thunder roaring—it was as though a bottle of ink had been overturned across the heavens, plunging everything into utter blackness.

With Song Changsheng's movement, several white rings abruptly appeared in the air. Layer upon layer, they expanded at breathtaking speed, instantly covering thousands of miles before overlapping to form an impregnable Space Barrier.

This was True Monarch Yusu's famed divine ability from the past. It was even more difficult to cultivate than One Finger Settles Dust, but its power was beyond question. It completely isolated this stretch of space; unless a force beyond the Golden Core Stage appeared, this cage would be Song Daoling's grave! (See Chapter 384 of the previous volume.)

Within it, Song Daoling felt as though he were standing in a mire, bound by an invisible force.

What terrified him even more was the discovery that his Laws of Space had completely lost their effect within this space.

"What divine ability is this?"

"Roar—"

No one answered him. The Suanni descended from the heavens, carrying thunder with the weight of ten thousand jun, its visage savage and terrifying. The churning Desolate Sea turned into a brilliant gold, with arcs of electricity leaping everywhere across its surface.

Before its enormous body, Song Daoling appeared exceptionally insignificant.

His breathing grew rapid, his blood surged, and every hair on his body stood on end. What stood before him seemed not to be a phantom, but a flesh-and-blood Demon King.

"Crackle!"

A massive claw crashed down, while dazzling Golden Thunder arrived first.

Unable to wield Spatial Power and with his speed restricted by this strange space, Song Daoling had no room to maneuver. He could only grit his teeth and face the blow head-on.

"Boom—"

The might of the lightning spread outward. Even