Fighting the Abyss in a Mana War? Are You Serious?

Boom!

Cang brought the Sword of Dark Judgment down once more.

The Sword Light crashed down like a collapsing mountain, shattering the World Remnants beneath Luo Yan's feet.

Luo Yan was hurled away by that terrifying Law Power, tumbling through Hongmeng several times before he barely managed to steady himself by grabbing onto the gray-white blood vessels flung out by the Withered Heart.

He looked utterly miserable now. The right half of his body, which he had regrown by Devouring believers, had been carved away by more than half again.

Ash-gray blood streamed continuously from his wounds.

Yet Luo Yan showed no intention of retreating.

He spat out two mouthfuls of bloody saliva and wiped his face.

There was no fear in those vicious eyes. Instead, they gleamed with the smug confidence of a seasoned schemer.

Luo Yan stared fixedly at the expressionless Cang across from him, sneering inwardly.

"The Fourth Step is still the Fourth Step."

"Even if you used some wicked secret technique to forcibly borrow an enormous amount of Primordial Power, so what?"

"Borrowed things will never truly be your own."

He knew the Underlying Logic of Hongmeng all too well.

Power could be borrowed.

Origin could be borrowed.

Law could be borrowed as well.

But borrowed things would always have limits.

How much the body could withstand, how much the soul could contain, how much the True Spirit could bear—these things had been rigidly constrained by one's realm from the moment of birth.

What could someone in the Fourth Step Order-Breaking Realm do, even with an enormous World Cluster behind him?

His meridians would rupture.

His True Spirit would collapse.

His Origin channels would burst apart.

Forcibly pouring power beyond one's rank into oneself might unleash astonishing destructive force for a short time, but once the