A Foolish Act of Self-Destruction!

The remaining Yama Kings, hearing this, no longer dared hold anything back and threw their full strength into the attack.

In an instant, the eight surges of power swelled severalfold, and the entire void shook violently as space cracked apart inch by inch—

clear black fissures abruptly appeared, twisting and spreading;

in some places, tiny black seams were even torn open in space, and the devouring force spewing from within wildly dragged at everything around it, as though it meant to haul all creation into eternal, empty oblivion.

If one were truly swept inside, they would likely never set foot in the Primordial Wilderness again.

Yet to the eight Yama Kings, this little danger was beneath notice.

Their sole concern remained the movement of the great formation before them.

This time, it finally worked!

Unstable ripples began spreading across the formation's surface, its spiritual light thrown into disarray—

but before anyone could show their delight, countless blood-colored chains suddenly shot out from all directions!

No one knew what sinister power had forged them, but they struck without warning while the others were pouring all their strength into attacking the formation, their minds extended outward, swift as lightning, vicious as venomous pythons!

Yama King and the others reacted quickly, dodging one after another, but the chains had come far too suddenly, and at an absurd speed—

in the end, three Yama Kings failed to evade them completely, and were bound tightly on the spot.

In an instant, all the mana in their bodies was sealed tight, the might of Daluo Golden Immortals vanished without a trace, and their bodies fell completely out of control, reduced to prisoners.

They struggled desperately, using both hands and feet to tear apart the chains, but the blood chains were like living creatures—the more they struggled,