Yang Yu's voice passed clearly through layer after layer of space, reaching the ears of Profound Heaven Divine Lord and the God of Silence with perfect accuracy.
Profound Heaven Divine Lord, who had been about to shatter this stretch of Void with a single palm strike, abruptly stopped.
His eyes, burning with fury, immediately turned toward the source of the voice.
Ripples spread through the Void, and a young man dressed in casual clothes appeared directly before them.
With both hands in his pockets, he stood tall and straight. His features were handsome, his bearing calm and relaxed, without the slightest hint of tension.
It was Yang Yu.
"You're the Lord of the Abyss?"
Profound Heaven Divine Lord stared fixedly at Yang Yu, his voice cold enough to freeze the air.
From Yang Yu, he sensed that unique aura of the Abyss—the aura that had always made him deeply uncomfortable.
"That's me." Yang Yu admitted it openly and even smiled at him. "Are you two looking for me? What is it? Judging by this display, you don't look like you came for tea."
"Tea?" Profound Heaven Divine Lord laughed in extreme fury. "Little insect, you destroyed my Orthodoxy, slaughtered my believers, and killed my incarnation! Today, I will tear out your Divine Soul and refine your spirit until you beg for life but cannot live, beg for death but cannot die!"
The God of Silence beside him also spoke coldly.
"You captured the Divine Envoy under my command and made him mine. To humiliate a True God in such a way—Lord of the Abyss, do you know your crime?"
In the Primordial Land, within a Dao Field where the battle was being observed.
More than a dozen True Gods watched everything happening in the Lower Realm clearly through a massive