When the last Dark Supreme Being burdened with the blood karma of countless beings was nailed to death by the Stone Artifact on the banks of the Yellow Springs River, his limbs still twitching.
The three avatars stopped moving at once, standing with weapons in hand, immortal light blazing around them like fire.
The remaining four Supreme Beings looked at one another and froze in place, not daring to make the slightest movement.
The entire Underworld was as silent as a tomb.
Wang Xuan remained seated atop the Dragon Horse, looking down at Yama Emperor's ashen face.
"A very exquisite Forbidden Chapter." Wang Xuan spoke calmly, without praise or criticism in his tone.
Wang Xuan was not surprised that Yama Emperor had escaped the grasp of the Chaos giant hand.
After all, his opponent was a Flawless Ancient Emperor, a peak existence who had dominated an era. It was impossible for him not to possess a few life-saving trump cards.
But Wang Xuan could also see clearly that Yama Emperor was too old. His vitality had declined to the extreme, and the origin within his body was like a dried-up well on the verge of running dry.
Every use of a Forbidden Divine Art frantically consumed the little lifespan he had left. The longer he remained outside the Immortal Source, the weaker he became. At this moment, even standing steadily was already somewhat difficult for him.
Yama Emperor looked at the mangled remains of the Supreme Beings scattered across the ground, then at the three avatars standing armed like grim reapers, and finally at Wang Xuan above them all. His face was gray as dirt.
"Heavenly Emperor, why toy with me?" Yama Emperor's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together. "Why not let me dissolve into the Dao?"