Thunder and data torrents erupted at the same time.
Fragments of Steel City, silver-white mechanical wreckage, purple lightning snakes, and gray fog tangled and tore at one another, churning the entire expanse of space into a muddy mess.
The shock waves even shattered the folds of space in the distance, revealing the normal starry sky of the universe beyond.
When the light faded, the Eye of the Void was gone.
The Mechanical Mother knelt on one knee, her silver-white shell covered in scorch marks, but the core crystal still rotated slowly.
The shadow in black robes had vanished completely. Only a few wisps of gray fog still writhed in reluctant defiance.
The aftershocks of the Eye of the Void's second trap had yet to subside when survivors from various clans began crawling out of the shattered folds of space.
The Golden Crow Clan's prodigy dragged his charred wings, leaving trails of burning blood in the void with every step. Most of the Sea Demon Clan princess's scales had peeled away, exposing rotting flesh eaten through by mechanical toxins. The White Tiger Clan's genius was in even worse shape: half his body had been blown apart, and only a breath of Origin Essence kept him alive.
And amid the wreckage, a chilling presence abruptly descended.
"You've all put on quite a show."
The voice was low and carried a bone-deep chill, as if it came from the depths of the Netherworld.
Ming Wuya strode over the corpses. With every step he took, a layer of pale blue frost formed beneath his feet.
He wore a gray-white hemp robe that stirred despite the lack of wind. Dark purple Curse Patterns crawled across his exposed skin, each mark writhing as if alive and radiating the heart-stopping aura of the Netherworld Race. His emotionless