Lu Yin charged toward the buildings, the stars moving with him.
The blurry figure appeared in his path again. "Move, and you die."
Lu Yin sneered. "In your dreams." As he spoke, he took the Blood-stained Collar from his Void Ring—the one he had obtained from the Burial Garden. The instant he touched it, the death energy remaining in his body surged. Behind him, the void churned and boiled, and a figure appeared, replacing the sky itself. It gripped a scythe and slashed horizontally at the blurry figure.
The blurry figure was aghast. What kind of power was this?
A long saber appeared in front of him. In an instant, the entire space changed. Lu Yin felt as if the blurry figure had become the ruler of the void. His gaze fell on the saber. The feeling was just like when the Chief Judge had fought Wang Xu God—the power of an Inner World.
Facing the scythe's horizontal slash, the blurry figure gripped his saber and swung.
With a deafening clang, the saber shattered. The void twisted, unleashing a destructive force that swept through the surroundings. Every pillar was pulverized in an instant, and even the distant buildings crumbled. The Blood-stained Collar in Lu Yin's hand disintegrated as well. Seizing the opportunity, he summoned the Star Chessboard beneath his feet and moved, passing the blurry figure and appearing inside the buildings.
The blurry figure held the Broken Blade, unable to believe it. How could someone at the Enlightenment Realm damage the Inner World of a Semi-Progenitor like him? Could that figure just now have been the legendary Death God? The Death God was the only one known to have wielded a strange weapon like that scythe.
His gaze turned vicious. The Heavenly Star Art and the Death God's legacy—he couldn't