"Who?"
Yang Dingtian leaped to his feet, snatched up his greatsword, and faced the enemy as if confronting a deadly foe.
The mist dispersed.
An old man in gray robes, his face withered and gaunt, floated silently in midair.
He had no breath, no heartbeat, and not even the aura of a living person.
Yet the pressure radiating from him made Yang Lingtian feel as though he were suffocating.
That was... the peak of the Divine Emperor Realm—the true pinnacle!
The old man's murky eyes shifted slightly before fixing themselves on Yang Lingtian.
"Chaotic Constitution..."
"Great Desolation... traitor..."
His voice sounded like two bones scraping against each other, harsh beyond belief.
"Who are you?" Yang Lingtian's entire body tensed, while the Chaos Bead spun wildly within his sea of consciousness.
This old monster was stronger than all the enemies he had encountered before put together!
The old man did not answer.
He merely raised a withered finger and lightly pointed it at Yang Lingtian.
"Die."
The instant that finger pointed out, heaven and earth seemed to collapse.
There was no earth-shaking radiance, only a pure, despairing "Law of Death."
The surrounding space shattered piece by piece like a mirror.
Black cracks spread like venomous snakes, sealing off every avenue of retreat for Yang Lingtian.
I can't dodge it!
Alarm bells rang in Yang Lingtian's heart.
This finger had locked onto his Divine Soul and his karma.
A casual strike from a peak Divine Emperor was a certain-death trap for him in his current state.
"Then I'll risk it!"
A ruthless glint flashed through Yang Lingtian's eyes.
He did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward, and the Chaos Power within his body erupted without reservation.
"Chaos Bead, Swallow Heaven!"
A huge gray vortex appeared out of thin air behind