Yin Hongye remained utterly unruffled as he watched the palm descend from above.
He held his twin swords in his hands.
One was bone-white, its blade gleaming blue-green; the other was blood-red, its blade gleaming crimson.
He watched that enormous hand blot out the sky as it pressed down over the Blood Sea, its five fingers spread, blue-violet radiance flowing across its palm.
Yin Hongye guessed that the Blaze Emperor had probably made his move.
That blue-violet power was the evidence.
And according to the original story, the Abyssal Sage King seemed to be asleep. He had not awakened until Tang Wulin destroyed ninety-seven layers of the Abyss.
Yin Hongye crossed his swords and stepped forward.
Both swords slashed out at once, sending two intersecting streaks, one blue-green and one red, into an enormous cross.
The cross-shaped sword light met the giant hand, sliced into its palm, pierced its bones, and punched straight through.
A hideous fissure spread from palm to wrist, then from wrist to forearm, extending relentlessly and widening wildly.
In an instant, the entire palm was torn apart and disintegrated, shattering into a sky full of deep-purple motes that scattered into the Blood Sea.
The Blood Sea surged, wiping out those points of light.
Asura and the Rakshasa Woman struck simultaneously. Blood-colored chains shot from the waves, wrapped around the falling fragments of the arm, and dragged them beneath the sea.
In the deepest reaches of the Abyss, that consciousness let out a low, muffled grunt. He withdrew his broken arm, and the presence deep within the passage abruptly fell silent.
Above the Blood Sea, Yin Hongye lowered his swords and stood still, not even the hem of his clothes stirring. He looked into the depths of the Abyss and said disdainfully, "Is this all your Abyss