(First update)
With a whoosh, Yang Ming disappeared into the white curtain of light, holding Hu Liena's hand.
The moment they stepped into that space, it was as though they had entered another world.
Endless snowy white filled their vision. Every place, every inch of space, without exception, brought a line to mind.
"Like birds returning to the woods when all the food is gone, leaving the vast white earth utterly clean!"
This space had its own special rules. Every power was suppressed by an even greater force. Even Yang Ming's Rinnegan ached faintly, and after resisting for quite some time, it was finally forced back into its original state.
Yang Ming was inwardly astonished. This power had already surpassed the level of a Peerless Douluo, even transcending the mortal realm to reach heights mortals could only gaze up at. Presumably, a tiny vestige of the power that god had left in the mortal world had created this space.
Here, Yang Ming could not muster the slightest strength anywhere in his body. All he felt was cold.
Like a fish on a chopping block, he was at another's mercy.
Once the two of them entered this space, the surrounding cold surged toward them from every direction like piranhas scenting blood, gathering around their bodies.
The bone-piercing chill was not a true plunge in temperature, but the cold brought by killing intent. The purest aura of slaughter rapidly eroded their bodies, making them shudder with every invasion.
Hu Liena let out a sharp scream. She endured for only a quarter of an hour before she could hold on no longer. Her vision went black, and she fainted.
Yang Ming, however, had a deep foundation and remained conscious even now.
He could feel the endless aura of slaughter passing through his meridians