Fang Chen kept his gaze fixed on the altar. He could clearly see that half the core runes on its surface had shattered, and the amber light that had been flowing and reforming was turning chaotic and dim.
His strike had not destroyed the altar completely, but it had interrupted the sacrifice.
The destructive power gathering within it abruptly stalled, like gunpowder whose fuse had been snuffed out, and ceased to build.
But that power had not dissipated. It remained trapped in the altar's wreckage.
Like a furnace still boiling beneath a sealed lid, it gave off a constant hum and tremor, radiating an unsettling instability.
Fang Chen slowly rose and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He could sense that the Chaos Thousand-Eyed Worm's soul aura had vanished completely. Her Soul Origin had dissolved into the altar's energy cycle and could no longer reform.
Yet the ruined altar was a ticking bomb. The energy awakened by the sacrifice but never fully released was like a beast trapped in a cage, ready to break loose at any moment.
Fang Chen looked at the wreckage. The lingering amber light flickered erratically, like a dying person's final breaths.
"Hmph. No matter how formidable you are, you still depend on this altar in the end. You want to blow yourself up? Not a chance!"
With a cold snort, Fang Chen gripped the Floating Immortal Sword and swung it fiercely, roaring, "One Sword Samsara!"
Fang Chen had grasped One Sword Samsara while cultivating in the Glazed Sword Sect's Demon Cave. It was a supreme technique that combined offense and defense.
When he used it, a vast Samsara Vortex appeared before him. It could draw an enemy's attacks into Samsara Space and drag the enemy in along with them.
As Fang Chen