"I smell the fresh scent of nourishment..."
The Ancient Sorcerer with hollow, devouring eyes saw Xia Yuzhen escape through the seam in the darkness. He was in no hurry. Instead, he raised his skeletal hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, a trace of satisfaction—even vitality—surfacing upon his dry, twisted face.
Only then did he move, charging without hesitation into the Eternal Eighty-ninth Sequence Chain.
Like the source of an ominous contamination, the instant he entered, the Eighty-ninth Sequence Chain was engulfed by darkness, turning into a frigid land twisted by Witch Mark qi flow.
It was as though this Ancient Sorcerer himself represented the Witch Mark!
Rumble!
Within the dark Netherworld Void, some unknown, deep tremor seemed to issue an angry, terrified, mysterious hum.
The few intact Great Universes remaining within the Eighty-ninth Sequence Chain, which had fallen into the darkness of the Witch Mark, dimmed in an instant after the Ancient Sorcerer entered.
The dome-shaped Eternal Runes that imprisoned the cosmic domains were like candles snuffed out by a sudden gust. Immediately afterward, the entire low-dimensional cosmic domain underwent an irresistible, drastic change.
Eternity retreated, the primordial fell, and all races and all things were forcibly reversed into beings steeped in Witch Mark qi flow!
"Ah!"
Some Cosmic Domain Saints, under the forced reversal of power on the Heng Universe level, had their skin split open, flesh rot away, and bone fragments explode outward. Their divine souls were passively torn free, while all their thoughts and powers became empty.
Black smoke rose from their divine souls as they let out deranged, shrill howls. Their hands clawed frantically at their torn and rotting Saint Bodies, ripping away great chunks of flesh. The sight was too terrible to behold!
Soon after, one low-dimensional saint after another could no longer endure