Lord of the Abyss

That finger of Chu Ming's gave him the feeling of... crushing an ant to death.

It was not a crushing advantage in strength, but suppression at the level of essence.

As though before Chu Ming, that early third-step Abyss Overlord truly was no more than a slightly sturdier ant.

Shuang Ning and Jinling exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

Yue Shan simply abandoned his stone axe, dropped onto the ground, and gulped down ragged breaths. Yet his face bore the relieved smile of someone who had survived a calamity. "...At last... we held on until reinforcements arrived..."

Elder Yinbone's face had completely turned ashen after Chu Ming's single finger.

He stood rigidly atop the Erosionwind Falcon, the hand clutching the bone-white staff trembling violently.

He recalled the glance Chu Ming had given him just now.

That calm gaze, when he thought back on it now, sent a chill rising from the very marrow of his bones.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

Run!

He had to run!

This kid was no longer that early third-step cultivator who needed to tread cautiously and plot every step!

He was now a true monster!

He suddenly stamped his foot. The Erosionwind Falcon beneath him let out a terrified screech, beat its wings frantically, and fled toward the cave entrance!

"Trying to leave?"

Chu Ming's calm voice sounded beside his ear.

He did not look at Elder Yinbone. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the three Abyss Lords, pinned immobile by his pressure, and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire cave.

"Taking this place as the boundary, within a radius of ten light-years, the recovery speed of all Abyss creatures shall be halved."

[Order Adjudication], regional definition!

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