Within the Shackles, Lu Yin looked at the cracks across his body. Fortunately—fortunately, he had the Yanmen Fifth Needle to draw out his injuries at the critical moment. Otherwise, this would have been far worse than a few cracks.
He had never fused this much before, but it still wasn't enough to shake the Shackles.
Then he would keep going.
He increased the amount little by little. After what had just happened, he at least had a baseline.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The Shackles shook again and again, each time more violently than before. Inside them, the cracks across Lu Yin's body gradually widened. The Yanmen Fifth Needle unleashed its power frantically, drawing out his injuries and restoring him. Darkness filled the Shackles, obscuring everything from the outside.
Dead Sea Nether Pressure watched the scene. Was this Chen trying to fuse dead silence with divine power?
Impossible. It couldn't be done.
It remembered that Thousand Machine Strange Performance had always wanted to achieve this.
Chen had come from the depths of Thousand Machine Strange Performance. It wasn't impossible that he would try something like this.
But what if?
It wondered what would happen if dead silence really could fuse with divine power.
A power even Thousand Machine Strange Performance wanted to obtain.
Elsewhere, with Lu Yin sealed away, the war outside had stopped. The Shackles split the entire Sin Realm in two.
On one side were the Sin Sect Beings; on the other were cultivators of the Dao of Death and the other Main Daos.
Even Chong Yi and Xi Luo had stopped fighting, standing on opposite sides of the Shackles.
Zui Shang watched the Shackles, his heart pounding. Every time they trembled, he trembled with them, afraid they would fail.
Xi Luo gazed at Chong Yi from afar. This