Damn it, why didn't the old trick seem to be working?!
Worry-Free Duke had already begun to sweat quietly.
The Abyss Seed born from the Tower's Shadow had always excelled at control and suppression. By his original estimate, though the Flame Tide Disaster was violent, it lacked spiritual transformation—form without spirit, nothing more than an Empty shell.
Just like a walking corpse.
It was merely a spiritless disaster. In the past, while his Law of Shadow could not quite be wielded as easily as an arm, he could at least forcibly control it—forcing a cow to drink whether it wanted to or not, doing as he pleased.
But now, the Flame Tide Disaster seemed to have gone mad, struggling and resisting wildly, like a vegetative patient suddenly getting up to pour pesticide down his own throat.
It was finding new ways to kill itself!
He could not stop it at all.
The tiger-tally-shaped Abyss Seed hung high in the deep sea, casting down endless shadows. Chains of Shadow stretched out in every direction, pouring into the dancing Flame Tide... yet no matter how he catalyzed them, there was no response.
Even that faint sense of connection was rapidly being severed.
And at this moment, Ji Jue, still slaughtering away like a madman within the spiritual realm of the Flame Tide Disaster, had only just cleared away countless mud Giants.
Just as he was thinking there was nothing exciting left to chop, he saw pillar-like shadow chains falling from the sky, seemingly linking heaven and earth with magnificent grandeur.
Ji Jue, flooded with the violent essence of the Flame Tide Disaster, was nearly bursting from holding it all in.
How could he care about that?
He would chop first and ask questions later.
The scarlet tornado rising from the ground once