The starry sky kept sinking, countless cracks spreading across it like raindrops as they trembled beneath that figure.
Wang Wen, Thousand Machine Strange Performance, Eight Colors, and Wu Qi were all in its palm. No matter how they struggled, they couldn't break free.
That enormous dark figure seemed either to have reduced the universe to dust or become the starry sky itself. Even without Dead Silence Power, it still held up the heavens.
"The Great Heaven Supporting Method."
Its other enormous palm rose, then came down upon the hand supporting Wang Wen and the others.
Smack!
The universe shattered before their eyes.
The impact spread an unknown distance in an instant, whipping up a storm across Cubic Distance. It swept through countless Universe Civilizations, uprooted and flung away mother trees, and completely cleared one corner of a colossal mother tree.
The next moment, the dark figure vanished.
Only the four of them remained, floating where it had been. They lay on their backs, their bodies torn open, their blood gathering into rivers and slowly flowing away.
They looked utterly miserable.
"How ruthless, Death Lord."
"Lord Mi's grievous injuries to it hadn't healed, and Karma had wounded it again. You also restricted its Dead Silence Power, then caught it off guard and planted an illusion inside it. It even had to endure the full brunt of the Twelve-Color divine power. Under those circumstances, it would've been lucky to wield even a tenth of its strength. And yet it still got away. That last strike nearly killed us outright."
"That's Master-level power. You can imagine how much pressure Old Ancestor Wang Xia must've faced back then."
"Were we too arrogant? We tried to surround and kill Death Lord without Master-level power."
"Not entirely. At least it fled."
"But we can't catch up.