The first toll of the bell rang out.
The domains pouring forth fear were forcibly suppressed back into the middle-aged man's body.
This was lineage backlash. Compared to ordinary Sublimation Lineages, Abyss lineages suffered far more severe backlash, and Brun's face gradually took on an ashen-black hue.
Even—
He began making labored, rasping "huff, huff" sounds.
Like a drowning man struggling to escape the deep sea, he was suffering the agony of suffocation.
Yet beneath the echoes of the massive funeral bell, boundless pressure continuously wrapped around him, leaving him in ever greater pain.
The instant the ashen-black domain of fear was crushed back into his body by the funeral bell, the connections between Brun's meridians and his Abyss lineage fell completely into disorder.
His rigid body convulsed violently, while pitch-black, filthy patterns churned beneath his skin—signs of his Abyss lineage's overloaded backlash.
Thick Black Blood spilled from his nose and mouth. His formerly gloomy, impassive features twisted completely as extreme suffocation intertwined with the agonizing pain of his lineage being torn apart.
He could no longer maintain the gentle façade of a middle-aged man. Only Abyss-born madness and brutality remained in his eyes.
"You think... this is over?"
Brun's hoarse, broken roar tore from his throat. Not a trace of composure remained, only the frenzy of someone on the brink of destruction.
But the next second—
The second funeral bell struck.
The heavy power of burial and annihilation was like countless coffin nails, pinning down his limbs and soul.
Boundless pressure crushed inward, seeking to utterly pulverize and seal away his Abyssal power.
The surrounding trembling mechanical structures cracked apart amid the aftershocks of black-and-white power.
Metal debris floated through the chaotic space, instantly ground into powder by the two supernatural forces. Flickering, blinding beams flashed bright and dim,