Facing Zhao Cheng's methods, the Dark Emperor's expression did not change in the slightest, but in truth, he felt immense pressure—pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Jun's divine art of severing time and space was wondrous, but only wondrous; it lacked the power to settle everything with a single blow.
What Zhao Cheng displayed at this moment, however, was naked, unadorned violence!
Within every gesture and movement lay immense force; every trace of it carried the majesty of pulverizing infinite time and space!
Yet what the Dark Emperor feared most was that he could not fully comprehend the mysteries upon Zhao Cheng's person.
From his perspective, everything in the world was outlined by all manner of lines.
The more powerful a lifeform was, the more intricate were the lines that formed its shape.
Before encountering Zhao Cheng, even Jun had remained incomparably clear in his eyes.
But now, when he looked at Zhao Cheng, he discovered that among the lines composing Zhao Cheng were many blank spaces.
The unknown was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing of all.
Thus, beneath Zhao Cheng's pressure, the Dark Emperor's entire being writhed, condensed, and transformed madly—he even underwent adaptive evolution directly!
Immediately after, countless figures burst forth from the Dark Emperor's body. Every one of them possessed intensely distinct individual traits, and then, with another transformation, each became a terrifying force of slaughter.
Countless figures surged forth in a mighty torrent, endless and unceasing.
Zhao Cheng saw at a glance that these figures were neither living people nor imprints left behind by powerful beings. They were divine arts—divine arts that the Dark Emperor had cultivated and tempered until they were nearly sentient, even taking human form!
All things between heaven and earth could give birth to spirit and had the potential to