The Shadow Chancellor's figure fully emerged from the shadows. The pitch-black spear in his hand, condensed from utmost despair and dead silence, radiated a terrifying aura that made the entire pedestal labyrinth tremble. This spear was not a physical object, but a projection of a strand of power from the supreme divine artifact the Finality Council used to suppress all heavens—the Spear of Finality! Legend had it that the true Spear of Finality had once pierced through a greater world, turning prosperous starfields into eternal dead silence. It was a forbidden object symbolizing the end of the universe. Even as merely a projection of a strand of power, the "Absolute Annihilation" Dao principles it contained far surpassed the full-force strike of an ordinary quasi-Sage.
"To force this Lord to use this spear's projection, you have reason to be proud. Now, return to finality." There was no emotion in the Shadow Chancellor's silver eyes, only a pure will for destruction. He slowly drew his arm back, taking a throwing stance. With his movement, the dead silence energy in the surrounding void surged madly toward the spearhead. The space around the spear silently began to vanish, turning into the most primordial nothingness.
Every hair on Li Wuyang's body stood on end, and a sharp warning rang out from the depths of his soul. He clearly sensed that he had been completely locked onto by that spear. No matter where he fled, even if he escaped into the void, he would not be able to evade this fatal strike. This was a lock at the level of the Great Dao, a direct negation of "existence" by the concept of "ending"!
He could not retreat. He could only take it head-on!
At the critical moment between life and death, Li Wuyang's thoughts raced to