"Why?!"
"You all deserve to die!"
"I refuse to accept this!"
Within his sea of consciousness, Tang San's spiritual will screamed madly, his heart filled with towering resentment and venomous hatred. But reality stood before him—his divine soul power was ultimately far too weak.
Before the Million-Year Evil Emperor, Tang San was little more than a little girl.
The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord's terrifying divine soul power, accumulated over a million years, was like a surging black ocean. Following the divine soul passage opened by the sacrifice, it poured brutally into his sea of consciousness.
This was absolute suppression on the level of realms and dimensions, like a tsunami overwhelming an ant. They were not even on the same level.
Tang San's spiritual power, the penetrating insight of his Purple Demon Eyes, and even the Asura foundation forcibly hidden within his body were as fragile as thin paper before that black torrent, shattering inch by inch.
He could clearly feel his consciousness being forcibly crushed, divided, and devoured.
The world within his sea of consciousness trembled violently. His once clear and lucid divine soul space was being tainted and covered by black evil power at a visible rate.
Countless fragments of Tang San's memories peeled away at high speed. The circulation paths of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the resonance between his Twin Martial Souls, even his past obsessions and temperament—all of them continuously melted away beneath the Evil Emperor's tyrannical divine soul corrosion.
The agonizing pain of his divine soul being torn apart far surpassed the utmost suffering of the flesh. It made his divine soul shudder and nearly collapse.
He desperately used the last trace of his will to hold fast to the origin of his divine soul, trying to rise up and resist, but every struggle was like