After the Fist of Destruction smashed the first rule tentacle the Evil Swamp Lord of Dimension had extended, the Return Vortex Deep Domain fell into a brief, eerie silence.
It was not the calm after battle had ended.
It was the instant of frozen stillness before a greater storm arrived, when all rules were forcibly held down.
And it was in that instant that the Evil Spirit King truly seized his chance.
His enormous Rule True Body crouched at the very center of the Return Vortex Deep Domain.
The surging Evil Swamp Origin around him was like black-green rivers of mud, pouring back into his body from every direction.
The pressure the Evil Swamp Lord of Dimension brought him still descended like mountains roaring and seas howling.
Even though Locke's Fist of Destruction had temporarily blocked the most direct devouring by rules for him, the aura of that Old Master still pressed down viciously in the depths of the Evil Spirit King's Divine Soul.
The feeling was as if the entire Evil Swamp Time-Space were ordering him to kneel!
Ordering him to retreat.
Ordering him to hand back that thin thread of higher authority he had finally managed to touch to that Old Master who had slept for countless years and was now finally about to awaken.
But the Evil Spirit King did not retreat.
He was terrified of death. This was something he had never denied.
That he had come this far had never been by relying on any so-called grand righteousness.
It had been by relying on a will to survive so intense it bordered on sickness, and a mad craving for a higher Life Level.
And it was precisely that will to survive that kept him from being crushed at this moment by the origin pressure of