A sword edge condensed from a True Ghost flashed across the skies of the Prehistoric Dynasty.
For the first time, the roof of the resplendent imperial palace constructed by the Emperor had been sliced open, leaving a slash wound nearly five meters long.
"Aah!"
A heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping scream resounded above the entire Prehistoric Dynasty. The residents of the imperial capital, whose bodies had been overrun by demonic nature, all stopped gnawing at the souls of others. Because the king they revered had screamed in agony, these people, though their minds were trapped by demons, still frantically surged toward the center due to their deeply ingrained Servile Nature.
Yu Ming's body had been forcibly split from the middle of his head. It was nothing like the smooth cut of a sharp blade; his separated body had been completely shredded, the wound running straight to the hollow at the center of his body. It had even left a somewhat violent crack on the surface of the Chaos Primordial Core. This was the source of Yu Ming's miserable scream—the first time he had truly been injured.
Half of Yu Ming's severed body fell into a corner, recovering at an extremely slow pace.
Yu Ming first looked toward the ceiling, at the barrier set up by the Emperor that had been broken through and the five-meter-long gash in the roof. The split roof did not look as though it had been cut apart, but rather torn open by some sharp object.
As his gaze slowly lowered, he saw three powerful figures standing in the imperial palace. The one standing farthest away, the one who had injured his body, was a white-haired young man. The great blade in his hand, linked to the True Ghost Source within his body, radiated a sense of threat capable