Abyss Unextinguished, You Are Not Allowed to Die

Yang Yu gripped that Star Line.

In that instant, the Sword of Dark Judgment completely took shape in his palm.

Half the blade was the Abyss's surging, violent grey gold, like lava burned to its limit; the other half was Zhi Xing's cold, clear starlight that severed all retreat, sharp as a thin thread of fate cutting back from the future. The two utterly different powers intertwined without repelling each other, as if they had been destined to fight side by side.

The Sword Edge slowly rose.

The pressure of Force Field Zeroing was still as heavy as an entire deep sea, crushing them until even their bones creaked. Yet the instant that Star Line touched the layer of pressure, frozen time and space suddenly let out an ear-piercing ripping sound.

Like someone had forcibly torn open a corner of the sky.

Fifth Step, Path Severing.

Only magic could defeat magic.

The Pale Flame in the Bone Guard's hollow eye sockets violently flickered. Its clasped hands felt an extremely unfamiliar yet strangely kindred tearing sensation. It was a Path-Severing power younger, more resolute, and more reckless than its own, like a junior raising a blade before it and saying: Your road ends here.

Instinctively, it changed its fists into palms and pushed outward.

That push was enough to erase the birth and death of an entire universe.

But Yang Yu did not retreat.

All the mana in his body burned. Layers of Abyss Marks lit up like billions of stars exploding within his flesh and blood. He stepped forward, veins bursting along his arm. The instant his flesh exploded, that Star Line tightly locked it in place, refusing to let him retreat even half an inch.

"Old bastard."

"I'm tearing down your gate."

The blade descended.

Grey gold and starlight