The Blackstone Great Rift had always been a Demon Domain connected to the Otherworld. The Treasure Vault Wang Ran and the others had entered lay in the gap between the two worlds: outward lay the Spirit-Taming World, inward the Demon Realm. They seemed mere inches apart, yet were truly as distant as the ends of the earth.
They did not know what arrangements their enemies had made here, but they understood that they absolutely could not let them have their way so easily, or the situation would become extremely unfavorable.
"Qilin Arm, Demon-Breaking Strike!"
In his fury, Wang Ran stirred his heart's blood. A formidable power bolstered his body, and he blasted it toward the abyss behind him in a blaze of bloody light.
Ding Yuanlong also clenched his teeth, thrusting both palms out with difficulty as he roared, "Void Shockwave!"
Brilliant light erupted between his palms. A vibrating force like a demonic cry materialized out of thin air, striking incessantly against the shattered void below as though it had physical substance.
Ripples of space-time immediately spread through the abyss below. It was like a peerless expert about to fall into a lake, repeatedly striking the surface with blasts from his palms, forcing the water back with the rebounding shockwaves and using the recoil to rise.
With the aid of that vibrating force, his body stopped, halting his fall. Not only that, Wang Ran and Fang Ming beside him seemed to have been tugged by invisible arms as well, immediately hanging motionless in the air.
But Zhuorou had already caught up. His mountain-sized body radiated an intimidating presence, and merely drawing near caused cracks like shattering glass to ring out all around.
He hurled a palm strike at the three suspended men, his overwhelmingly powerful force shoving them farther inward