Bloodied Broken Bodies Restore Their Demon Bones; the Divine Tome Points to the Netherworld!

The Ninth Layer of the Black Pyramid.

Within a shattered space drifting beyond the void.

Deep within this space, which resembled a deathtrap in the Nine Hells, several bedraggled figures with feeble auras.

Sat cross-legged upon a massive floating meteorite.

They were the very ones who had just escaped Ye Tian's devastating killing formation.

The Calamity Immortal Prodigies who had narrowly fled with their lives through Burning the Origin and forbidden spatial arts.

Now, none of their former arrogance remained, none of that lofty disdain as they looked down upon the beings of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.

Every one of them bore horrifying wounds that chilled the eye.

Su Chen's gray robes had long since become strips of tattered cloth, soaked through with dark red blood.

The depression in his chest, grazed by the force of a chaos-infused punch, still seeped wisps of gray death energy.

Ye Tian's overwhelmingly domineering chaos law clung to his wound like a festering sore gnawing at the bone.

It constantly destroyed the vitality within him, preventing his wounds from healing.

Prince Yama's once-indestructible demon body, which had towered a hundred thousand feet high, had now shrunk to the size of an ordinary person.

Most of his black scales had fallen away, exposing mangled flesh beneath, with stark white bones visible in places.

His left arm was twisted into an utterly grotesque shape.

Splintered bones had pierced his skin and protruded into the air, hideous beyond measure.

The Abyssal Demon Eye's sole remaining eye was tightly shut, foul-smelling black pus and blood flowing from its corner.

The Oblivion Bone Sovereign's white-jade skeleton was covered in cracks as dense as a spiderweb.

The purple soul flames flickering in his sockets were so weak that they seemed liable to go out in a cold breeze at