Those Who Steal Nations Are Also Punished!

"What..."

The Abyss Lord's pupils contracted instinctively as he tried to retreat.

Too late.

By the time he came to his senses, an illusory whisper had sounded beside his ear. A hand reaching out from the reflection had already pressed itself against his face.

Then, it pushed forward!

The five insubstantial fingers were like phantoms, passing through his face, flesh, bones, and even his brain, slowly tightening until they clenched around his soul.

Effortlessly, as though it were only natural.

He himself had opened the door to a thief, bringing the bitter fruit to his side and willingly delivering his soul into that hand.

"You... what exactly... are... you..."

The Abyss Lord stiffened as though suffocating. His pupils rapidly contracted, reflecting the silently ferocious grin beneath the black flames as it drew closer inch by inch.

He did not even have time to speak.

A scream he could no longer suppress burst from his throat.

The Sea Abyss shook!

In that instant, a tumult unlike a Scene Tremor erupted from within his soul.

Black flames surged forth like a tide. Cracking sounds rang out without end. Whether it was his impregnable defenses or the Forbidden Decree woven from Usurper's Law, all of it melted away!

Like ink spilled across a painting, no matter how it was diluted, the rapidly spreading blackness could not be wiped away. Whatever color it touched swiftly became a mottled, blurred stain.

Within irreversible contamination, it met destruction.

Within the assimilation of chaos, it was turned into nothingness!

Power, status, control, dominion... beneath the ravaging of that hand, everything in the mortal world seemed utterly meaningless, as insignificant as dust.

Even the authority in which the usurper had lodged his soul showed signs of dissolving beneath the erosion of darkness.

"Get away! All of you, get