Deep within the disordered Chaos Turbulence, there was no time, no space, only endless, shattered fragments of law, like an eternal ocean of storms.
Zhou Ming's figure moved through that storm.
He was like a fish, seemingly at ease. With every flicker, he narrowly avoided a rift in the laws powerful enough to tear apart someone in the Hunyuan Wuji Realm.
But he knew things were far from easy.
He had just taken the full force of Heavenly River True Lord's Great Luo True Artifact head-on. Even for him, that had come at no small cost.
And racing through a hellish place like this consumed tremendous amounts of his mental strength and origin.
"They just won't stop haunting me."
Through his Divine Thought, Zhou Ming could clearly sense the thirty-odd powerful auras clinging relentlessly to his trail.
They were like a pack of hyenas that had scented blood, frenzied and brimming with boundless killing intent.
Heavenly River True Lord's aura, at the head of the pack, was especially violent. Clearly, his fury had reached its peak.
"After him! Don't let him escape!"
Heavenly River True Lord's face was livid as his Divine Thought roared through the group.
He had never felt so humiliated.
Thirty-seven Da Luo True Realm cultivators, including no shortage of Fusion Dao Period experts, had laid a Heavenly Net to surround and kill a fellow cultivator whose strength had been diminished by the suppression of the rules.
Yet not only had they failed to capture him, they had been battered into a sorry state. After fighting fiercely for dozens of kalpas, they had still let him escape right under their noses.
It was an utterly disgraceful humiliation.
If he failed to subdue this man today, he, Heavenly River True Lord, would become the laughingstock of