Boom!
The void trembled, and the world wailed.
Xuan Yi flew out from the rubble of the shattered mountain, looking rather battered.
Chen Yan stood atop a pitch-black sea, countless streams of black, malicious liquid trickling from the hem of his robes.
Like the filth that had seeped forth at the dawn of chaos, it devoured every glimmer of light.
The next moment.
Chen Yan reached out with one hand. The void before him collapsed, like a crack in the world at the moment of creation, and countless streams of malice poured through it.
Then they began to gather!
[Rot-Empyrean — Saint Condensation Primordial]!
Only, this was a terrifying sphere formed entirely from malice.
It grew larger and larger, its powerful devouring force spilling outward without end.
Rumble!
Layer upon layer of Black Light spread, absorbing every color between heaven and earth.
"He's going to destroy this place."
Ruan Qingwu's voice was icy as she turned to Mu Yunhai.
"Mu Yunhai!"
Mu Yunhai knelt where he was, unmoving.
He didn't dare. He truly didn't dare attack Chen Yan.
Beneath the bronze mask, Ruan Qingwu clenched her silver teeth.
Behind her, the Myriad Flower Formation revolved. Streams of Life and Death Aura surged wildly, locking onto Chen Yan.
An alluring charm spilled from her.
[Myriad Spirits Pouring Down]!
This was the rule-based martial art she had once used against Chen Yan—and successfully.
Now, she unleashed it again.
The next moment.
Ruan Qingwu seemed to appear suddenly in a pitch-black world.
Her expression turned cold. She knew she had been targeted.
The next moment.
An eye hung in the dark world.
Its pupil was a bottomless vortex of ink, fixed on Ruan Qingwu.
As that dreadful gaze swept over her, even the darkness twisted and rotted away.
Ruan Qingwu's body stiffened. An