Within the Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield, in the shattered Central Forbidden Zone, Ning Chen stood amid the ceaselessly howling spatial storms, unable to move forward.
When an Emperor made a move, one palm shattered ten thousand miles of void. Such world-shocking power struck fear into the heavens.
Across ten thousand miles of emptiness, spatial turbulence surged violently. Danger lurked everywhere, making it difficult for anyone to escape.
Beyond the void, the laws of heaven and earth continuously repaired the shattered space. However, the Emperor's lingering power slowed the process; it would be difficult to restore it to its original state within ten years.
Within the turbulent currents, Ning Chen stood still for a long while, considering a solution. He could not remain trapped here for too long, or he would miss the three-year deadline.
"What can we do?"
Demonic energy surged, and the demon body stepped forth. Looking at the turbulent currents of time and space rolling in from every direction, he spoke gravely.
"Getting out of here isn't difficult. The difficult part is getting out before the Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races ends."
Ning Chen said this as his gaze swept around, carefully observing the condition of the turbulent currents of time and space.
"Why would an Emperor-level expert make a move? Our identities should not have been exposed yet."
The demon body stood suspended in the void, his expression icy as he spoke.
"Perhaps our earlier devouring of the will of heaven and earth caught the attention of an Emperor-level expert. The various races care so much about the outcome of this Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races; it is not strange for an Emperor to make a move."
As he spoke, a strange look flashed across Ning Chen's face. The will of heaven and