Evil Eye Tyrant, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Heaven Dou Empire, far northern border, Evil Demon Forest.

The trees here twisted in a dying agony, their withered branches stretching toward the sky like countless struggling ghost claws.

The air was thick as slurry. Every breath felt like swallowing rotten mud soaked in rust, nauseating beyond measure.

This was not a paradise for living creatures, but a graveyard of spiritual power.

Chen Xin hovered upon his sword, sword intent radiating fiercely within thirty meters around him, forcibly tearing open a patch of pure ground and dispersing the thick gray mist.

Yet his brow furrowed even tighter.

"The sense of space here is distorted."

His voice was strained, seemingly stuck fast by invisible gelatin, unable to travel far.

As a level ninety-six peak Douluo, he spread out his perception, only to encounter billions of needlepoint-like spiritual fluctuations frantically drilling into his mind.

His sword intent could cleave mountains, but it could not cut through the spiritual dust permeating every inch of the air.

His heaven-shaking power was reduced to battling invisible shadows.

"This is the Evil Eye Tyrant's Mental Barrier."

Chen Xin raised two fingers like a sword, and a hundred-meter sword radiance ripped through the sky, crashing forth with the momentum to destroy all things.

He attempted to carve out a path with the purest violence.

Yet after flying a thousand meters, that sword strike capable of leveling mountains neither exploded nor made a sound. It merely twisted and folded silently, before finally snapping apart like a broken string and scattering into nothing but fragments of light.

Chen Xin's expression darkened completely.

Here, brute force had lost all meaning.

"Senior Sword, Soul Power isn't meant to be wasted like that."

A voice so calm it was cold sounded behind him.

Su Chen stood atop his sword blade. His black