On the Ruined Plaza, the nauseating, bloody wind finally died down as the golden divine lightning faded.
However, the massive clump of filth that had been forcibly stripped from Tang San's body did not immediately turn to ash and vanish from this world.
It was an extremely dense mass of dark purple-black gas, as if it had been kneaded together from countless venomous souls.
It churned violently in midair, writhing like an enraged, invisible beast, constantly shifting into all kinds of savage, twisted ghostly faces.
Even more unsettling was the wisp of dark red mist locked tightly around the very core of this mass of High-Dimensional Shadow Origin.
That was the Asura God's source killing intent. It radiated ultimate coldness and brutality, and was trying to devour and fuse with the High-Dimensional Shadow.
These two powers, both standing above the conventional laws of the Douluo Continent, intertwined together, corroding even the surrounding space into thin strands of pitch-black cracks.
Dai Mubai lay collapsed dozens of meters away, clutching the broken ribs in his chest as he gasped for breath in great mouthfuls.
His evil eyes were filled with the relief of surviving disaster, but when his gaze touched the churning black gas in midair, a tremor born from the depths of his soul swept through his entire body once more.
Even a single glance made him feel as though his spirit was about to be dragged into a bottomless Abyss.
"Han... Brother Han, that thing isn't dead yet!" Oscar poked half his head out from behind Dai Mubai, his voice carrying an unconcealable sob as his whole body shook like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
Han Yuchen stood where he was and lifted his chin slightly, his deep-blue eyes calmly watching the black gas struggle madly.
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