Treating the Abyss as a Supplement

The five emperors were already like fish on a chopping block.

Yun Jingheng's palm was slowly pressing down, and his divine shadow moved accordingly. The entire icy plain groaned under the residual force of this palm strike.

The Black Empress's remains were beyond repair, the Scorpion Emperor's carapace was shattered, the Serpent Emperor was curled up in a ball, the Scythe Emperor's arms were broken, and the Bee Emperor was barely clinging to life.

Everyone in the Blood God Legion was waiting for this palm strike to land.

Suddenly, a very faint sound came from the depths of the Far North.

The sound wasn't loud; it sounded like something turning over in a very deep and far place beneath the ice.

But with that soft sound, Yun Jingheng's hand froze in mid-air.

Zhang Huanyun's expression changed drastically. Ye Xinglan's sword was already drawn, but he found that he could not even take a step.

An aura far surpassing that of the Five Emperors surged forth from the Abyss fissure, and the entire ice plain was gripped by an unseen hand.

The Black Empress's mangled body suddenly stopped trembling, and with its last bit of strength, it rolled toward the crack.

The other four emperors, as if in a final burst of energy, desperately crawled backward.

Then, a hand reached out.

The hand emerged from the crack, pale and slender, like that of a dead man, yet also like that of a god.

There were no armors on his fingers, only a very thin layer of black mist Entanglement.

With a gentle grab, it tore a gash in Yun Jingheng's downward palm strike.

Silvery-white divine light leaked wildly from the breach, as if half of the breath had been sucked out of the entire ice field.

"Third-Level God?"

A voice drifted from the depths of the crack, extremely soft and cold, carrying a condescending sneer, "You dare to speak of killing before me?"

It was the Abyssal Sage King, who did not appear in person, but only showed one hand.

But with just one hand, he tore Yun Jingheng's suppression into pieces.

The five Emperor were dragged away by invisible chains and rapidly retreated into the depths of the crevice.

Some members of the Blood God Legion were already unable to stand.

Long Tianwu was forced to kneel on one knee by that overwhelming aura.

The Blood God Camp members turned pale. Tang Wulin shielded Xu Xiaoyan behind him, but he himself was forced back several steps.

Yun Jingheng smiled.

A very slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Just as the pale giant hand was about to close and take away the Five Emperors, the Good Corpse and the Evil Corpse stepped out from behind him at the same time.

Neither of them drew their swords nor formed any hand seals.

Their bodies rose upwards simultaneously, with seven colorful rings rising behind each of their heads, and their divine Divine Power surged.

Two illusory figures, one silver-white and the other black-red, rose simultaneously from behind them.

Three divine figures, each with a hand, rose simultaneously, forming Yue Shen identical to Yun Jingheng's Moon Goddess statue.

Yun Jingheng is in the center, the Good Corpse is on the left, and the Evil Corpse is on the right.

The three palm strikes landed almost simultaneously, with no deviation in direction or timing.

With three palms striking simultaneously, they pressed the hand that had emerged from the crack back into place.

For the first time, the Abyssal Sage King's hand paused.

Three streams of colorful Divine Power pressed down simultaneously from the palm of his hand.

The black energy Entanglement his hand surged rapidly, and was actually forced to shrink back into the crack.

Large sections of ice at the edge of the crack collapsed.

The five Emperor were swept away by the aftershocks, falling like withered leaves in a storm into the depths of the crevice.

The hand finally stopped grabbing people.

Under the combined pressure of the three palms, it retreated inch by inch into the darkness.

Before the last wisp of black energy in his palm dissipated, the Abyssal Sage King's voice rang out again, this time even colder.

You will die!

The crack suddenly closed.

The icy plains returned to their deathly stillness.

All that remained was a ring of charred ice, pressed several feet deep, and five vanished Abyss auras.

The Abyssal Sage King did not actually make a move.

He was just there to rescue people, or rather, to "pick up the goods".

But everyone heard his last words. Zhang Huanyun turned pale, and no one in the Blood God Camp spoke.

The three divine figures slowly dissipated, and the Good Corpse and Evil Corpse returned to their original forms.

Yun Jingheng remained in the position of pressing down with his palm.

After a long while, he slowly withdrew his hand, black energy rising from his palm, as if he had been licked by something extremely cold and evil.

"Devouring, alienation, erosion, space, spirit?"

Yun Jingheng's body began to fall.

Little Gummy Bear slung the giant axe over his back and took a few steps to be directly beneath Yun Jingheng.

It raised its head, stretched its arms upwards, and the silvery-white light membrane shattered into several pieces between its fingers.

Yun Jingheng gently landed in his palm.

The Little Gummy Bear slowly closed the pair of metal hands, half-lifting and half-hugging him down.

Yun Jingheng's face was so white that it almost blended into the icy plain, but his eyes were still silvery-white, and the moonlight within them had not completely dissipated.

"Owner."

The Little Gummy Bear's voice came from the mecha's chest cavity, low and soft, as if afraid of disturbing him, "I caught you."

"Hmm," Yun Jingheng responded.

He raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The layer of black mist still clung to his skin, moving like a living thing, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, carrying the unique stench of the Abyss and a very fine and dense corrosive feeling.

Ye Xinglan had already arrived at his side.

Tang Wulin, Xu Xiaoyan, Xie Xie, and Yuanen Yehui quickly surrounded them.

The Blood God Legion and Zhang Huanyun followed.

The group looked at his palm without saying a word.

Zhang Huanyun's mind raced.

What should we do? How can we get compensation?

His fighting ability is ridiculously high.

It's not going to tear it up any second now, is it?

"Master, the preliminary analysis has been completed."

The voice of the man with the Half-Sweet Coffee rang in his ears, "The residual energy in your palm comes from the Abyssal Sage King."

"Preliminary definition: Abyssal Energy. Five attribute branches have been analyzed: First, Devouring; Second, Alienation; Third, Erosion; Fourth, Space; Fifth, Spirit. These five are mixed and cannot be separated individually."

After listening, Yun Jingheng looked at the ball of black energy in his palm. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a scrutinizing look.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his lips twitching until they turned pale. "Five... very similar to my lunar phase branches."

"Yes. I have completed the match analysis with your existing attributes."

Half-Sweet Coffee's tone softened further, "This energy has a high degree of homology with a portion of the Yin branch of your Moonlight system. You can attempt to refine it. Attribute matching rate: 87%. Estimated refinement success rate: 97%."

"Ninety-seven..."

Cao Dezhi and Zhang Huanyun exchanged a glance.

Has this child gone mad from the pain? What the heck is 97?

Zhang Huanyun and Cao Dezhi took a step forward, and the Blood God Camp members tensed up.

Ye Xinglan didn't speak, nor did she look at Zhang Huanyun or anyone else.

Her eyes were fixed on Yun Jingheng's right hand, which was Entanglement black energy.

She also heard the sound of the Half-Sweet Coffee.

Yun Jingheng chuckled softly.

Then he clenched his outstretched right hand tightly.

The black energy, like an enraged creature, let out a very short and sharp whistle and frantically drilled towards his palm.

The people around were shocked.

Xu Xiaoyan covered her mouth, Xie Xie called out "Jing Heng" and went to pull her away.

Tang Wulin grabbed him and pressed him down, but he also took half a step forward himself.

However, Yun Jingheng did not exhibit the descent into darkness they had anticipated.

His face did not turn ashen, his eyes did not turn red, and his skin did not crack.

On the contrary, after the black energy entered his palm, it was as if it were swallowed up by some colder and purer force.

His pupils suddenly swelled with a silvery-white light.

Seven Soul Ring behind him lit up simultaneously, spinning rapidly.

His entire body was radiating light.

The moonlight shone through his skin, making him almost transparent.

The black energy surged and thrashed within the light, while Yun Jingheng clenched his right hand tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white.

The dark energy continuously dissolved, reformed, and dissolved again in the moonlight.

Finally, a very thin strand of dark silver light pierced into his wrist.

Then things returned to calm.

Yun Jingheng raised his head and met Ye Xinglan's questioning gaze.

"My Soul Power has increased slightly."