Inside the Absolute Cage, all was deathly still.
Yang Yu's words had been quiet, but they scraped across the hearts of every Eighth Step Old Freak like a knife.
Feng Qi lay on the ground, his chest caved in as he gasped for breath.
He stared at Yang Yu in midair.
Yang Yu held the Sword of Judgment in one hand. Nearby, the Hongmeng High-Pressure Cooker and the World-Suppressing Bronze Seal were still working together to suppress God's Bane.
The monster could barely make a sound anymore.
Feng Qi's Dao Heart had shattered completely.
He had lived for thirty million Eras. He had plotted against prodigies, outmaneuvered Old Freaks, and climbed over countless corpses to reach this day.
But he had never seen a monster like Yang Yu.
Not even fifty years old.
Already at the Eighth Step.
He had a Primordial Spirit Treasure and a strange wheel that could draw in endless Origin.
More outrageous still, the brat wielded Eternal Power purer than God's Bane's!
Why?
Why had such fortune fallen into the hands of a junior who had only just reached the Eighth Step?
If that trace of Eternal Power were in my hands...
The fear in Feng Qi's eyes slowly faded, replaced by greed he could no longer suppress.
He was dead either way.
He might as well gamble!
"Everyone!"
Feng Qi spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart and pushed himself upright despite his broken ribs.
"What are you waiting for?!"
He pointed at Yang Yu, his voice hoarse.
"His wheel and Primordial Spirit Treasure are both occupied suppressing God's Bane!"
"No matter how much Origin he has, most of it is tied up!"
"Right now, he's at his weakest!"
Feng Qi's eyes burned red.
"Kill him!"
"Seize his Eternal Power!"
"With that power,