Dark Nether Dao Lord

Blood Butcher sensed it behind him.

The distance was very close.

So close that he could feel the airflow stirred up by those waving tentacles.

He did not look back.

He merely accelerated.

A blood-red radiance surged from beneath his feet, carving a wider passage through the chaos.

The passage widened from one step across to two, then from two steps to three.

His brisk stride turned into a run. Each step carried him farther than the last, and each footfall landed heavier than before.

His target was the Dao Fruit fragment.

Not battle.

To become entangled with the Abyss Great Lord within the ruins would only waste time and strength.

Battle would consume his Law of Slaughter. Every swing of his blade required drawing power from the Dao Fruit, and in this region where chaos was so thin, the power he could replenish was extremely limited.

Battle might also alert other dangers lurking within the ruins. This space was the "grave" of that fallen Dao Lord—who knew what else he had arranged before his death?

He circled around the Abyss Great Lord.

He did not turn and flee. Instead, he abruptly changed direction.

He had originally been sprinting straight ahead, while the Abyss Great Lord pursued from the right. Their paths were about to cross.

At the final instant before they intersected, he suddenly veered left, his body cutting a sharp angle through the chaos.

The angle of that turn was tiny, less than thirty degrees.

At that speed, such a sharp turn would place an enormous burden on his body.

The instant he turned, his bones gave a cracking sound. Fine fissures surfaced beneath his skin—the marks of torn muscles. But he did not hesitate.

After turning, he continued charging toward the depths of the ruins.

The Abyss