One Sword Sweeps Out

It began to disintegrate.

From its core.

That disintegration was neither fracture nor explosion, but "evaporation."

Like an ice cube melting beneath the sun—not falling away in chunks, but vanishing bit by bit.

It spread from the center outward, from the core to the edges, from within to without.

Its body grew smaller and fainter amid the evaporation.

From dark red to light red, from light red to pink, from pink to transparent.

The fragments of laws it had devoured were released from within its body as it evaporated, turning into countless tiny motes of light that drifted through the chaos. As they scattered, the motes flickered once, like lamps being lit one by one, then dimmed, then vanished.

The Abyss Great Lord's existence was utterly erased.

The two wounded ones fled toward the depths of the territory.

One was burning with blood-red laws of slaughter, those laws clinging to its bones like gangrene. No matter how it wielded the power of the abyss, it could not extinguish them. As it fled, it let out low whimpers like a wounded beast.

The other was wrapped in deep-blue water-element laws.

Those laws seeped into its body like water soaking into sand, diluting its abyssal power bit by bit.

Its speed grew slower and slower, its body heavier and heavier, like a sponge saturated with water.

Chu Ming did not pursue.

His gaze passed through the chaos and settled on the depths of the territory.

There, an aura was stirring.

Deep within the territory, that strongest aura began to stir.

It had not been startled awake from slumber.

It had never been asleep.

It had been waiting all along—for the three of them to enter its territory, for the formation's counterattack, for its subordinates' counteroffensive.

It had placed sufficient trust in those