Void

Those chains of laws stretched across the void, interwoven into a vast net.

But at this moment, those chains were already battered beyond repair.

Most of the sealing runes on their surfaces had gone dark, with only a sparse few still glowing.

Even those glowing runes were dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless black patterns were spreading across the chains' surfaces.

Like living creatures, those patterns slithered over the chains. With every circuit they made, new chains were corroded, turning an eerie blackish red. Deep within the chains, the Hand of the Lord of Corruption, which had been suppressed there, was struggling frantically.

Its palm, a thousand zhang wide, had already broken free of more than half the chains binding it.

Its five fingers clawed madly through the void. With every clawing motion, pitch-black flames surged from its fingertips, burning the sealing runes around it. The runes twisted and warped within the flames before finally turning into black smoke and dispersing.

Countless figures stood around the sealing core.

Qingwei stood at the very front, emerald light swirling around her.

That light had dimmed to its limit, like the last candle flame in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.

Her face was pale as paper, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, yet she remained at the front, staring fixedly at the hand struggling to break free.

Thunder Splendor stood at her side, gripping a massive battle axe in his lone hand.

The axe was covered in cracks, its blade nicked everywhere. His body was drenched in blood—some his own, some belonging to others.

A wound so deep the bone showed gaped across his left shoulder, flesh and skin curled back to reveal the bone beneath. Yet he remained standing, holding his battle