As the Netherworld domain dissipated on its own, the entire space swiftly returned to its original mountain forest scenery.
As the caster, Ding Moluo collapsed to the ground with a thud, falling into ragged, desperate gasps.
"Phew... phew..."
At this moment, his demonic body had shrunk several times over, his entire form deathly pale, his aura exceedingly weak.
"Five Realms United."
This ultimate killing move, which unleashed all five rounds of "Life-Seizing Nether Hand" at once, had brought Ding Moluo unprecedented destructive power—as well as unprecedentedly severe backlash.
Even with the Abyss Core in hand, Ding Moluo's body would not die from exhaustion, but his soul was another matter entirely.
Such immense physical and mental expenditure would inevitably drain Ding Moluo's mental strength, thereby increasing the rate at which the power of the abyss eroded his soul.
Ding Moluo estimated that he could hold on for ten more minutes at most.
After that, his mind would lose all reason, and he would become a puppet of the abyss completely.
Even so, Ding Moluo felt no regret.
After all, he had long since cast aside every last concern.
This man now wanted only one thing before his death: revenge against everything!
Meaningless enemies, sure.
The citizens of the God of Holy Light, sure.
So long as he could drag more people down with him before he died, it would be the greatest blessing imaginable to him now!
Ding Moluo reached out and clutched his twitching chest, then raised his head to survey the shattered earth around him. His eyes filled with wild delight as he let out a rasping cackle:
"Hahahahahaha..."
"You arrogant little brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Now you should finally be learning the price of arrogance in hell, shouldn't you?"
"You deserve it.