Deep within a secluded mountain range, faint light seeped from a cave half-concealed by vines. Moisture clung to the cave walls, and droplets of water occasionally fell, their crisp sounds echoing through the silence.
A Black Shadow sat cross-legged in the depths of the cave. Slowly, he raised a hand and removed the vicious ghost mask covering his face.
The face beneath the mask was pale as paper, with a dark red stain of blood lingering at the corner of his mouth. This man was Zhang Tie. Not long ago, he had reforged his body and broken through both the True Immortal and Spirit Fusion realms.
At that moment, half his body was a mangled mass of flesh and blood, with stark white bones faintly visible beneath. More alarming, however, was the layer of murky gray Law Power clinging to him like a disease in the bone, relentlessly eroding the newly grown flesh. Whenever his wounds began to heal, the gray currents would coil around them like venomous snakes and forcibly cut off their vitality.
"Cough, cough..."
Zhang Tie coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood, yet a trace of relief flashed through his eyes.
If the Chaos Divine Thunder Law he had comprehended had not barely been able to neutralize this strange Law of Destruction, he would likely have long since been reduced to body and soul alike. As he circulated his cultivation art, a hazy, chaotic glow spread over his body. Black and gray currents intertwined and collided around his wounds, producing faint sizzling sounds.
Not far from him, Han Li lay flat on his back, his eyes tightly shut and a mass of black qi gathered between his brows. This junior brother, whom he had not seen for who knew how many years, now breathed as weakly