At that critical moment, a ruthless thought suddenly sprang into Qin He's mind.
Sacrifice an avatar, disrupt the screening process, and seize the chance to escape.
The price would be steep, but it was better than having his body and soul annihilated on the spot.
Yet just as he secretly gathered his strength, ready to act—
Boom!
An extraordinarily deep, muffled crash erupted from the depths of the rift in the Returning Ruins Interlayer.
It sounded nothing like the explosion of clashing spiritual power. Instead, it was a low tremor, as though the barriers of heaven and earth had been forcibly split apart. It traveled in waves from the distant depths of the void, shaking the entire Central Army Camp until it seemed to tingle.
Every cultivator in the camp froze, instinctively looking up toward the rift in the forbidden zone.
The next second, boundless, pitch-black demonic energy poured madly through the Void Rift like an ocean bursting through a broken dam.
During the previous demonic calamities, the demonic energy had come in wisps and threads—insidious undercurrents that silently ate away at the formations.
But this time was utterly different.
The entire expanse of void seemed to have lost all its defenses. Pitch-black demonic mist surged and churned, carrying turbulent currents that shredded space and blotted out half the sky.
Wherever the dark mist passed, folds in the void collapsed layer upon layer. Tiny shards of space fell in showers, and even the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was instantly devoured and assimilated.
The camp's outermost defensive formation had only just lit up with a faint spiritual glow when it touched the demon tide. It shattered like thin paper, leaving not the slightest trace of resistance.
The second and third layers of restrictions lit up in succession, spreading thick