A biting, sinister wind carrying the stench of rotten rust and old blood swept across the ink-black earth, keening as though countless dead souls were whispering.
From the shattered space, Jiang Shu's figure vaguely stepped out.
His calm breathing gradually turned into ragged gasps. Every breath felt as if he were inhaling scorching sand, searing his lungs and meridians.
Forming several avatars, coupled with this concealment, had nearly exhausted every last scrap of his essence, energy, and spirit.
If this still failed, his best option would be to forcibly use Two Worlds Travel.
"Phew..."
He let out a long breath.
Jiang Shu looked toward the direction the Ancient Projection had departed.
Even now, he had not truly relaxed.
From an unimaginably distant place came earth-shaking roars, the shriek of space being torn apart by brute force, and the lingering aftershocks of the Annihilation Dao Rhyme released by the Broken Spear. Like war drums, they pounded heavily against his taut nerves.
He sat cross-legged, the Holy Embryo within him quietly drawing energy from another dimension.
Under ordinary circumstances, as long as he could keep breathing, his body would gradually recover.
But this time, his injuries were simply too severe.
Even his Dao was on the verge of collapse.
He poured the little strength he had painstakingly gathered into the Heart of Space.
First, he completely sealed off the surrounding space.
It was as though the entire space had frozen into lifeless stillness, returning to the primordial Chaos.
Time passed bit by bit, every breath as long as a hundred years.
At last, the terrifying aura of pursuit from the Ancient Projection receded like the tide, vanishing completely into the deep darkness of the distant Canyon.
All that remained was the low hum of distant Spatial Vortices devouring fragments of enormous skeletons,