Getting the Chaos Insect

The surging mudflow rushed in, and in the blink of an eye, a section of it poured into Huyan Huan's inner world. This section alone stretched nearly a thousand zhang and carried dozens of lumps of blood mud within it.

As the thousand-zhang mudflow entered the inner world, heaven and earth shook at once, thunder rolling through the air. Mountains, rivers, and land collapsed piece by piece, while green mountains and clear waters were flattened in an instant by an invisible mighty force.

Within a single breath, more than a hundred li had been reduced to a chaotic scene, hazy and indistinct.

Yet however miserable it looked, this section of mudflow ultimately failed to crush the inner world.

"It held!"

Seeing the mudflow still pouring in without end and the second section about to be taken away, killing intent blazed from every side.

The three Other Path cultivators had chased one another all the way here and fought one another all the way here. How could they sit by and watch the opportunity before them be snatched away?

The scholarly young man's expression turned stern as he fixed his gaze on the Dao puppet barbarian cultivator Gu Master. When he spoke, his voice seemed capable of communicating with the Great Dao itself. "Body in disorder, spirit and flesh part ways."

As his words fell, Huyan Huan—whose brute force could overpower even a quasi-sect master—lost control of his body. His divine soul was actually squeezed out of its shell, leaving him unable to stabilize his inner world for the moment.

At the same time, the scholar's gaze fell upon Liu Feng's true body, and he spoke again.

"Space in reverse disorder, arts beyond control."

The moment he opened his mouth, a Great Void Slash as swift as a lightning bolt flashed