You Have a Good Memory
If you block the left side, it will go to the right.
If you block it from above, it will crawl underneath.
In short, the crack couldn't be stopped.
Because the crack itself is a flaw in yourself—it blocks the outside, but the inside is still cracked.
" Zi--"
The optical flow found the gap.
A wisp of purplish-gold energy seeped into the crack in the Sect Master's soul.
The Sect Master's entire body stiffened abruptly.
For the first time, genuine fear appeared on his face.
That rift was his greatest weakness. After being torn apart by the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat last time, it took him a month to barely control the spread of the rift. Now, this stream of purple-gold light has stimulated the rift again, and the injury that had been stabilized is showing signs of worsening.
"Stop!"
The Sect Master retreated thirty feet, black Devil Qi surging from his entire body, forming a semi-transparent black cocoon that enveloped him.
Su Zhan did not pursue.
It's not that he can't catch up; it's that he's reached his limit.
While the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat's Divine Soul Attack was remarkably effective, its energy consumption was equally astonishing. The previous burst of light orbs and light streams had drained 30% of the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat's stored energy.
[Thunder Emperor Divine Seat]: (Panting) Okay, that's enough. If we keep going, I need to rest for a while.
Su Zhan withdrew his finger.
He and the Sect Master stood thirty feet apart.
The Sect Master was hiding inside a black cocoon, ostensibly on the defensive, but actually urgently repairing the ruptured part of his soul that had been stimulated.
Su Zhan stood still, secretly replenishing his energy.
The Ancient Life Tree is repairing the remaining wounds on its ribs. The Immovable Wisdom King Wall is rebuilding its cracked defensive layer. The Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon is still quietly absorbing the toxins from the liquid Devil Qi beneath its feet.
A strange stalemate.
Both sides are recovering their losses.
"You planned this all along." The Sect Master's voice came from the cocoon, muffled. "Knowing you couldn't defeat me head-on, you attacked my soul right away. That ball of light—is that the thing that backfired on me in the Mustard Seed Grotto-Heaven last time?"
Su Zhan touched his nose. "You have a good memory."
"I still remember the pain of that day." The Sect Master's voice turned cold. "You tore a piece of my soul apart. I've held this debt for a month."
"What are you trying to remember? Don't you still owe me?" Su Zhan leaned forward slightly. "I've already gone to your door to collect, and you're just hiding in your shell, refusing to come out?"
A low chuckle came from inside the cocoon.
The laughter echoed in the empty hall, carrying a flavor that Su Zhan didn't quite like.
"You think I'm hiding?"
At the same time, alarms sounded from Su Zhan's three thousand silk threads.
They are not in the same direction.
It applies to all directions.
The floor of the main hall—the entire floor—began to sink.
It's not a collapse. It's being pulled by something.
The liquid Devil Qi beneath their feet no longer flowed aimlessly, but instead converged into a huge vortex, spinning wildly around the Sect Master's cocoon.
The magical runes on the walls glowed. The Rune on the pillars pulsed. The shattered lamp fragments on the dome trembled.
The entire Black Demon Sect Headquarters is responding to the Sect Master's call.
[Shadow Thousand Silk Lock]: (Urgent tone) Boss! What he's doing is the same as that Clones in the Mustard Seed Grotto-Heaven —he's bound himself to the core Formation of the entire Main Altar!
[Shadow Thousand Silk Lock]: No, even more thorough than that time! He's not borrowing the power of architecture—he's becoming part of it!
The black cocoon shell cracked open.
The energy gushing from the cracks was no longer demonic.
It is the Power of Principle inherent in the Main Altar itself.
The cocoon shell broke.
The Sect Master reappeared before Su Zhan.
But his image has completely changed.
Black, liquid Devil Qi covered his entire body, forming a layer of armor that clung tightly to his skin. The Rune on the armor were exactly the same as the runes on the floor of the hall beneath his feet—they were connected. His feet sank into the ground, and black liquid continuously poured into his body from the Dark River in five directions.
The aura of the Martial Emperor is rising.
Originally, his strength had dropped to the first and a half level due to his injuries, but with the support of the Main Altar's Formation, he is now recovering towards the second level.