Boom! Boom! Boom!
Within the world's rift, a figure flew through the air like a scrap of torn cloth.
From time to time, fragments like starlight fell onto him.
That starlight was exceptionally terrifying. The moment it struck, it blasted a small crater into him. Yet the struck area was not left a bloody mess—it simply shattered apart.
The figure's aura was exceedingly weak.
Though he still maintained an undying state, he had already fallen to a point where he was almost impossible to detect. True death was likely only a matter of time.
He did not even need to be hit by that starlight many more times. Just once—if it struck his torso or head—he would probably die completely.
There was no need to explain the figure's identity.
It was Li Su, who had escaped from Hundred Demons Peak in the Netherworld Mountains!
At the final moment, he had operated the Supreme and exiled himself, throwing himself into a spatial rift.
There was no doubt that this was an extraordinarily dangerous act. The chance of survival could be said to be less than one percent.
Not to mention how dangerous the spatial rift itself was—merely the act of throwing himself inside had already cost him more than half his life.
He had no choice. This was the only thing he could do.
At least it gave him a fraction of a percent chance of survival. Otherwise, if he truly had to face Imperial Daughter Ba, then death was all but certain.
The gap between them was simply too great. It was no longer a difference of one or two stages, but a distance between dimensions.
It was like an ant facing a dragon. It did not even need to be touched to be crushed apart. There was no other