Emperor Jiang Wu followed close behind and hurled a fierce punch into the void.
Boom.
A colossal stone hand, ten thousand feet tall and formed from tremendous earth-vein power, appeared without warning in the Chaos Void beyond the World Crystal Wall and seized the three Void Slaves charging at the front.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
With muffled bursts, the giant hand crushed the three Void Slaves, their immensely powerful bodies and the void energy within them alike, into nothingness.
"Black Waters Surge!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming also mustered his courage and, imitating Old Ancestor Cangwu, pointed into the distance ahead.
Water roared.
A black Nether River condensed from highly concentrated Water Law appeared out of thin air on the battlefield, instantly sweeping up every remaining void slave. Laws of corrosion and confinement surged wildly through the black waters. The monsters struggled frantically within, but their strength rapidly dwindled.
Barely a dozen breaths passed.
That menacing legion of slaves had been effortlessly slaughtered to the last by a handful of natives whom the Hundred-Captain regarded as ants.
"Hm?"
Beyond the crystalline wall, a trace of surprise and doubt finally disturbed the Hundred-Captain's previously calm divine sense.
Something was wrong.
How could the natives of this world draw on its origin source to attack? Unless...
He abruptly fixed his gaze on the enormous rift at the center of the Central Province Continent, which kept radiating that enticing aura.
"So that's it... a final flicker before death?"
The Hundred-Captain understood at once.
The core of this world was already on the brink of collapse, so it had distributed its last strength among these natives for one final struggle. And that rift was the world's sole fatal weakness, a wound it could not heal.
*As long as he shattered that spot, all resistance would vanish into