While the aftershocks of the violent energy blast had yet to settle, Xuan Mo endured the pain of the demonic energy backlash within him, stomped hard against the void, and used the force to close in on Number Ten like a ghost. He knew that he could not miss this opportunity. Number Ten had yet to stabilize himself, and his aura was slightly disordered—this was the perfect moment to launch a fatal strike. The God-Slaying Spear vibrated in his hand, its demonic patterns seeming to come alive as they crawled across the shaft. Demonic flames surged wildly, gathering at the spearhead and making it blaze like a burning star in the dark of night, radiating a chilling aura capable of destroying everything.
"Hmph, take this!" Xuan Mo roared, his voice like thunder. The God-Slaying Spear in his hand, wrapped in his formidable demonic energy and surging demonic flames, shot toward Number Ten with enough force to split mountains and shatter rocks. The spearhead tore through the chaotic currents with a sharp whistle. Wherever it passed, the void sizzled as it burned, leaving behind twisted black trails. Space was like fragile glass, unable to withstand this fierce attack. It shattered and collapsed one after another, forming hideous cracks like enormous mouths opened by demons, devouring everything around them.
Number Ten's face was deathly pale, but he did not panic. His eyes remained fixed on Xuan Mo's every move. The light of the Grand Unity Sword Embryo in his hand had dimmed slightly after their earlier fierce clash, but the runes engraved upon the sword still flashed with stubborn glimmers. At this critical moment, he exhausted the remnants of his magic power and rapidly circulated the Self-Transformation Freedom technique, attempting to draw upon the origin power of the surrounding Chaos Space. In