The giant bird turned in the Night Veil and dove toward the enormous figure seated between heaven and earth.
A deep crimson trail tore across the sky behind it.
Like a red-hot blade slicing through butter, the pitch-black Night Veil naturally rolled away to either side. The crimson rift spread rapidly with the giant bird's passage, its edges curling with blazing fire as the sky receded like a tide.
The firelight cast the shadows of countless chains across the void.
They were densely packed, like weeds in a forest.
They clattered within the Night Veil.
If they wanted to approach that enormous figure, they would have to pass through this web of chains. For the hunters of Youzui, the decision was not difficult. After all, they had already planned to challenge "death" head-on.
The giant bird lightly flapped its crimson wings.
From its long beak to its wingtips and tail feathers, the chains snapped one after another, from far to near.
They trembled violently in the heat wave like spiderwebs stirred by the wind. Thousands upon thousands of chains swayed at once, wailing together in a chaotic, shattered, clamorous din.
"This is bad."
Xiao Xiao watched the broken iron chains and suddenly realized. "It did this on purpose... It deliberately let us destroy those chains so it would have a reason to act!"
The logic was simple and easy to understand.
In theory, "death's" domain belonged only to death. It would not—and could not—actively attack living beings. Even if the living actively sought death, death had nothing to do with them before they truly died. But if they attacked "death," it was equivalent to interfering with the workings of the world's laws, and they would naturally be rejected by the world. At that point, "death" could take action on its