Zhuohe Wumeng the next moment.
The Lord Chen thrust his sword into Chen Yan's chest.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Pitch-black markings spread along the invisible sword's blade, crawling toward the Lord Chen to devour him.
The Ancient God's rank trembled.
It seemed ready to transform the Lord Chen into something indescribable.
The Lord Chen furrowed his brow and reached out with one hand.
Deep in Chen Yan's mind, the Ancient God's rank trembled.
The next moment.
The Lord Chen pulled an eye-shaped rank straight out of Chen Yan's body.
Endless evil was contained within the eyeball as it stared at the Lord Chen.
The Lord Chen's fingertips suddenly split apart. Black markings spread from the wound like a spiderweb, and beneath his blue robe, his flesh withered and rotted at a visible speed.
"Kh... kh..."
A ragged wheeze was forced from the Lord Chen's throat. His shattered right hand clenched in an instant.
Crack, crack, crack!
Cracks abruptly appeared across the Ancient God's rank.
A million whispers exploded all at once.
The Lord Chen's sharp, swordlike gaze was eaten away by murky mist. Thorn-shaped dark marks crawled across the right half of his face, as if countless maggots were writhing beneath his skin.
The Lord Chen's eyes began to wither and die as the Ancient God's rank gnawed at him, yet confusion surfaced in his gaze.
He had been suppressed by the Ancient God's rank.
But his power was also about to tear the rank apart.
In the central Divine Land, Chen Fazhen watched, his eyes trembling.
It was as if he were seeing the Lord Chen clearly for the first time.
"He's resisting the suppression of an Ancient God's rank and shattering it?"
Chen Fazhen's voice held a note of astonishment.
Even if it wasn't a complete Ancient God's rank,