Even Wu Ming had to admit that the Void Mask—or, rather, the entire Spirit Race—was an opponent of overwhelming strength, and one worthy of respect.
Even though he had linked the wills of two worlds and changed their original state of hostility, in which one had to devour the other, thereby taking away one of the Void Mask's trump cards, it could still turn the tables!
The reason was that the Spirit Race had laid its plans too early, and too many of the high-level forces—the Supreme Gods and godspawn of both the Inner and Outer Worlds—had been lost.
Now, after devouring the will of the Inner World, the Void Mask's Ferocious Might soared to the heavens. It was infinitely close to the Ninth Level!
The Dragon King God of the Sky Dragon, an eighth-level Great Firmament being who had attained his own proof of the Dao just like Wu Ming, had fallen silently at its hands!
It could be said that among eighth-level beings, the Void Mask had no equal. Not even Wu Ming could defeat it!
With this might, along with the many godspawn, Supreme beings, and the Inner World's origin it had devoured before, its chances of ascending to the Ninth Level were truly immense.
If that happened, Wu Ming would not only lose his chance to break through—he might even die and have his Dao extinguished!
After all, the Void Mask had now fixed its hatred on him. Whether or not it broke through, it would surely kill him at the first opportunity.
Therefore, Wu Ming had no choice but to bring out the last move he had prepared.
The black hole expanded once more.
A terrifying suction force seized Wu Ming, while black eyes, one after another, surrounded him, their gaze imbued with an infinite