The nine divine avatars raised their hands simultaneously. Endless nether light surged forth, forming a vast net that blotted out the sky and descended over Chu Mo.
The nether light was unfathomably deep, nurturing the mystique of a root origin. The Netherworld Net seemed to contain an independent world. Once caught within it, one would plunge into a netherworld abyss, beyond redemption through ten thousand tribulations.
Chu Mo's expression sharpened, and the Two Forms Sword slashed out.
Pitch-black sword light streaked like a nether rainbow, tearing through the Netherworld Net wherever it passed. Yet those openings swiftly filled in again, leaving the net as sturdy as before.
"The Death Origin is extraordinary indeed," Xuanming said coolly. "Unfortunately, you face me."
Before his words faded, the nine divine avatars changed their hand seals simultaneously. The Netherworld Net abruptly contracted, conjuring myriad Netherworld Illusions, imprisoning every corner of the world and locking away all living beings and things.
Chu Mo felt his spirit platform sink. Even his Primordial Spirit seemed enthralled by that mystique, suddenly threatening to leave him of its own accord and submit to [Netherworld] as its vanguard.
Xuanming really did hold something back during our last fight!
His thoughts raced, and he instantly summoned the Ink Seal. A square seal of black jade spun up above his head. With a gentle tap of the seal, an invisible mystique quietly spread.
[Determine Life and Death]
All nine divine avatars shuddered simultaneously. Three froze on the spot, their protective divine light rapidly dimming. Affected by this, the Netherworld Net began to shake as well, teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Hm?" Xuanming frowned slightly and beckoned. Those three divine avatars turned into streaks of light and disappeared into his body. He scrutinized Chu Mo anew and spoke cautiously:
"Your control over