Boom!
A muffled explosion rang out, like a divine drum beaten until it burst.
Su Chen's body flew backward once more, slamming into a Chaos Stone pillar at the edge of the altar.
"Urgh!"
He spewed a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs, staining the weathered ancient carvings red.
At this point, "wretched" could no longer begin to describe Su Chen.
Half his body had nearly been smashed apart. Stark white splinters of bone pierced his flesh, exposed to the air.
Gray, lifeless death energy coiled around them—the marks of erosion by God Sovereign Law.
His right arm hung limply, its bones clearly shattered.
Only his left hand still clawed desperately at the ground. His nails had long since broken off, and his fingers were a bloody pulp.
But he had not fallen.
His bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the God Sovereign projection bearing down on him like a mountain.
The obsession burning within them was enough to set the Ninth Heaven ablaze.
"I... cannot lose..."
Su Chen's voice rasped like two sheets of coarse sandpaper rubbing together.
"Ye Tian isn't dead yet. How can I fall here?"
"The Heavenly Mandate favors me! I am the Child of Fortune!"
Forcing his ruined body to move, he staggered to his feet.
Every breath felt as though ten thousand steel needles were piercing his lungs.
The agony nearly made him faint, but through sheer hatred, he clung to his last thread of lucidity.
"Kill!"
Su Chen roared, burning his divine soul to squeeze out the last trace of potential within him.
"Great Void Technique—Void Annihilation!"
His only functioning hand swept out. A pitch-black spatial rift darted forth like a venomous snake, seeking to halt the God Sovereign projection's advance.
Yet...
The figure in blue merely flicked his sleeve.
Bang!