Devouring, Saving the Day
Zhenkong could feel the distance between Fang Xiao and himself steadily shrinking.
So he fought back with all his might, trying to buy himself a little more time.
Yet every bit of power that leaked from the Ruins of the Underworld strengthened its counter-suppression against Zhenkong.
The black pillar of light formed by the Ruins of the Underworld below continued to rise, while the phantom of the Divine Mountain above pressed down without pause.
Though Zhenkong had already given it everything he had, his enormous true body still sank bit by bit into that darkness.
Before long, the entire blade had been swallowed by the Ruins of the Underworld, with only the hilt still exposed.
It would likely be completely devoured within moments.
Zhenkong was hard-pressed just to cope and could no longer spare the attention to sense Fang Xiao's exact location.
Outside the Ruins of the Underworld, Ling Taichu and Li Fa still stood guard.
As for the others, they had already been sent away to make preparations for the evacuation.
They had remained here in the hope that a turning point might yet come, but by now, nothing remained in their hearts but profound despair.
They could not help recalling that, had they not rashly intervened, the Void Suppressing Sword might have held out longer.
Instead, they had only made things worse. Not only had they lost two Half-step Dao Artifacts, they had also hastened Taichang Realm's descent toward the bottomless abyss.
Now, they could only watch helplessly as it all happened, unable to do anything, while guilt surged up within them.
As the Void Suppressing Sword vanished bit by bit, it was finally completely swallowed by the Ruins of the Underworld and sank into that pillar of black light.
Though Ling Taichu and