Heaven's End King said, "Fine, you've lost, so don't you dare run." He truly feared that Yan Chihuo would flee without a trace the moment he saw he was outmatched. Yan Chihuo was already immensely powerful, and with three Xuantian Spirit Treasures at his disposal, if he truly set his mind on escaping, Heaven's End King was not certain he could stop him.
With a flick of his finger, the Netherworld Absolute Mist released by the Seven Absolutes Netherworld Canopy rapidly contracted, enveloping an area of several dozen miles. Yan Chihuo felt as though the Netherworld Absolute Mist had solidified into substance. His body suddenly grew heavy; not only was the circulation of his spiritual power somewhat restricted, but even his escape speed was falling, and breathing had become difficult.
His heart sank. Heaven's End King's method seemed to be compressing the Netherworld Absolute Mist, enhancing its ability to suppress an opponent's cultivation. Though Yan Chihuo had the Skywing King's treasure protecting him and would not suffer a drastic decline in cultivation, his strength was inevitably affected to some extent. He did not dare lower his guard. His right hand spread slightly, and the Demon Dragon Claw appeared over it.
At that moment, Heaven's End King formed hand seals with both hands. A shrill howl rang out from within the Netherworld Absolute Mist, followed by the emergence of countless ghostly figures. Heaven's End King had actually used the Netherworld Absolute Mist to unleash the supreme divine ability, Cycle of Life and Death.
Those ghostly figures seemed both real and illusory. Their wails of ghosts drove the mind into chaos and shook the soul. Moreover, the ghosts sent gusts of chilling wind sweeping forth, and within those winds came waves of suction that churned the blood within Yan Chihuo's body, making