In the Nine Hells Dragon-Burial Ground, sinister winds howled and ghostly energy hung thick.
Deep within the void that Ye Tian had briefly burned through with his chaos true flame, a figure melted into the darkness, staring fixedly at the center of the battlefield.
Su Chen's expression was so dark it seemed ready to drip water. His clenched fists loosened slightly, yet his knuckles remained white.
He watched Ye Tian stand like a deity amid the sea of fire.
Deep in his eyes, shock swiftly gave way to venom.
"Quite the Ye Tian. Quite the Chaos Physique..."
Su Chen muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse, like two gravestones grinding together.
"To think you could immobilize Weak Water with the true intent of chaos and burn the Beast Tide with the true flame of your origin." "Your foundation truly exceeded my expectations."
"Your reserves truly exceeded my estimates."
"But..."
A cruel, mocking sneer curled Su Chen's lips, and the hand seals he formed did not stop.
Instead, they changed ever more rapidly, strands of gray heaven-severing divine power streaming from his fingertips into the void.
"If you think this is the full might of the Soul-Severing Formation, you're sorely underestimating me, Su Chen, and the dangers of this Burial Land!"
"That was merely an appetizer to test your depths."
"The real deathtrap begins now!"
"Rise!"
Su Chen roared and slammed both hands downward.
Rumble!!!
The valley, which Ye Tian had already suppressed,
suddenly erupted with violent tremors ten times more terrifying than before.
The nine black peaks encircling the valley split open in unison.
Nine formation banners rose a thousand zhang tall, their poles fashioned entirely from polished God King leg bones.
Their flags, stitched from the skins of gods and devils, shot skyward from within the mountains!
As the