Between heaven and earth.
Only the hiss of Malice devouring space remained.
The fallen emperor, wrapped in Malice, stood between sea and sky, like the source of all deathly silence. Boundless terror slowly spread outward from him.
Heaven and earth trembled. Space crumbled inch by inch, and mountains and rivers stretching ten thousand miles were crushed to dust by an invisible giant hand.
Xuan Yi, Ying, Ruan Qingwu, and Wuchen Jun—the four Dao Children—flew backward like kites with their strings cut, blood scattering across the sky.
But there was no sound.
As if fallen leaves had shattered and dust had risen.
Their bodies were drenched in blood. They stared at the sphere of Malice, despair rising in their eyes.
Crack, crack, crack!
The sound of rules being shattered suddenly rang out.
The rules linking the Life-Binding Puppet to Chen Yan snapped apart inch by inch.
The Life-Binding Puppet, which had been burning slowly in the high sky, vanished in an instant.
A flash appeared behind Chen Yan. Ying's figure flickered, and the long sword in her hand once again slashed toward Chen Yan's neck.
She had struck again, even though Chen Yan had thought she could no longer possibly attack.
The next moment.
A withered five-fingered hand clamped around Ying's ankle like an iron pincer before she could retreat.
"You!"
Ying's pupils contracted. Before she could swing her sword back, she heard a sharp crack of breaking bones.
Chen Yan swept out with a whip kick like a meteor. Ying's legs shattered in an instant, and she was sent flying a thousand miles like a rag doll!
Seeing this, Xuan Yi's eyes narrowed. He was about to rush forward when—
The terrifying figure wrapped in Malice had already appeared before Xuan Yi.
Then he kicked.
Half of Xuan Yi's chest