Silence.
The scene was silent.
A deathly silence hung over the sea.
Only the wind howled and the waves surged.
The two remaining Demon Kings—Morse and Camille—stared, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
What had they just seen?
A human at the Transcendent Ninth Heaven had raised a hand, closed his fist, and crushed Baroque, the seventh-ranked Demon King, out of existence?
He had not defeated him.
He had not killed him.
He had "erased" him.
As easily as rubbing pencil marks off paper.
Effortlessly. As though it were only natural.
"Space Law... Great Perfection?"
Camille swallowed, his voice dry.
"No, impossible... With Blue Star's world will suppressing us, how could anyone cultivate Space Law to this degree..."
Morse reacted faster than he did.
The instant Baroque vanished, Morse moved.
Not to flee.
To attack!
The one remaining Ghostly Dagger in his hand became a streak of dark green poisonous light. He melted into the shadows like a ghost and reappeared three feet behind Su Ye.
The dagger stabbed straight toward his heart from behind.
That strike embodied the essence of every assassination technique Morse had mastered.
The Soul Devouring Demonic Poison coating the blade could corrode even the divine soul of a King Level Expert. Once it struck, no one could save its victim.
And yet—
Su Ye did not even turn around.
He merely raised his left hand and reached back.
His fingers spread and caught the tip of the incoming blade with perfect precision.
Clink.
Metal rang against metal.
Morse's pupils contracted sharply.
He found that he could not move.
It was not a spatial restraint.
It was something far more terrifying.
Every muscle in his body, every wisp of Demonic Energy, even every thought was locked down by an invisible force!
It was as though the whole