A tide of energy that could overturn heaven and earth?
A mental assault forged from tens of millions of corpses?
Still, they couldn't break [-1]'s fate!
Put simply, it was a mechanic.
To put it more clearly...
This was Chen Ming's own "Supreme Rule."
"But the eighth layer already transformed every last corpse."
"What could the ninth layer possibly be?"
After the first eight layers of Soul Suppression,
every Nether Shadow that could be transformed from the Bone Land had already been sucked dry by the Pitch-Black Tower.
Just as Chen Ming was puzzled,
the view before him suddenly brightened.
It wasn't the radiance emitted by the tower, but the eerie glow that appeared only when corpses were transformed.
And it was surging in from every direction.
Chen Ming looked up.
At that moment, all the darkness in the entire Underground World had been driven away.
Crystalline light scattered through the void.
Then the eerie glow that blanketed the entire Underground World began converging in the void ahead.
Chen Ming stared in the direction where the glow was gathering,
ready to see what grand form of mental energy would take shape this time.
But after waiting for a moment, his expression turned strange.
Up ahead,
there was no sign of any greater disturbance.
Compared with the seventh and eighth layers of Soul Suppression,
this ninth layer seemed a little different.
There was no grand spectacle, no terrifying surge of mental energy.
Instead, it had condensed into...
A skull.
A skull just one meter in size.
Its bones were as black as ink, without a hint of luster.
The instant Chen Ming saw the skull, a prickling sensation rose within him.
It wasn't that he was afraid. It was more like an instinct.
At that moment, the whole world was utterly