The degree of his connection with the Other Shore was indeed very high, and he could use that to freely adjust his rank to a certain extent or guide certain changes.
However, the range of rank adjustment was still limited. At most, he could just barely reach demigod.
After confirming that the Spinal Lock the Witch had given him had a healthy appetite for this place, Fu Qian seized his last chance to record the changes in his killer brother.
The initial tearing was undoubtedly caused by him. The Other Shore might be sublime, but it was still something akin to a dead object.
The pressure of a complete Tyrant was not something it could easily withstand.
This wasn't an ordinary object breaking apart. It didn't matter to the Other Shore how badly its interior was damaged.
The cracks had appeared in its very being, and it was struggling to hold itself together.
Unfortunately, the Spinal Lock's arrival finally caused that instinctive effort to fail completely. The cracks could no longer be stopped.
The first to bear the brunt was Zhao Ran, who was torn apart, vessel and all, like a character in a comic strip.
"Impossible... I'm immortal..."
Using the last remnants of his ability to speak, he even managed to deliver a classic line.
Unfortunately, no one answered. He had already shattered completely.
At the same time, the Spinal Lock came alive.
The bone spurs along its edges softened and writhed again, rapidly stretching into long tendrils.
White as jade, yet threaded with wisps of blood, they strained outward, swaying through the void. With every pulse, they seemed to slice open a new rift.
Fu Qian could easily tell that they were devouring the essence of the Other Shore, and their appetite was enormous.
It was a bottomless