The Sword Split Hongmeng

Yang Yu was still pondering what lay behind all this.

Li Qingcang carried a blood-dripping saber and strode through the air to the edge of the Abyss Boundary Wall.

He lowered his head and glanced at the densely packed army of Players below, who were clinging to the gray-white Bone Membrane like worker ants and stubbornly hacking away. His brows furrowed, then he turned and reported to Yang Yu.

"Yang Yu, we can't dig any further."

Li Qingcang's voice was steady, without a single wasted word.

"The core support beams of the skeleton have had their internal fragments of Law completely welded and compressed together. Any force below the Fifth Step cannot even leave a white mark on them. There's no way to break through their underlying structure."

Yang Yu stood upon the gray-gold Abyss platform.

Hearing this, he slowly raised his head. His gaze passed over the large number of Players retreating to reorganize and landed directly on that savage gray-white skeleton in the distance.

That section of skeleton lay silently across the void, radiating an immensely powerful repulsive force that made True Spirits tremble.

Incomplete yet incomparably high-dimensional Origin flowed through the cracks in the bones like mercury.

Any low-level creature that dared approach would have its very existence unreasonably crushed into dust by that power the moment it touched even a trace of it.

"Have everyone fall back." Yang Yu suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it spread accurately through every corner of the Abyss's defense lines via the God of All Machines' network. "Put away the Respawn Anchor Points. Abyss First Legion, Wanderers army—all of you, abandon the outer positions and immediately retreat behind the Boundary Wall."

Li Qingcang did not hesitate in the slightest. He did not even ask a question before swinging