At that critical instant, the atmosphere on the battlefield abruptly froze.
An unprecedented aura of deadly menace swept outward like a storm of ice.
An unbearably oppressive silence settled over heaven and earth, heralding the storm to come.
"Profound Art: Rakshasa Soul-Splitting Slash!"
Luo Ping's voice was low and icy. Every word seemed to come from a land of bitter cold, piercing the deepest recesses of the heart and sending an involuntary chill through everyone from the inside out.
In that instant, his figure resonated with heaven and earth as he reached the utmost pinnacle of his Limit Break state. The soul power surging around him churned ceaselessly like the raging waves of a furious sea.
Behind him, a hideous, terrifying Rakshasa Phantom silently materialized. Condensed from endless darkness and resentment, it slowly rose from the abyss of the Nine Hells, shrouding Luo Ping in a mysterious, fearsome veil.
The phantom's presence made the surrounding air even heavier. Even the light was swallowed by it, leaving only boundless gloom and despair.
At that moment, the Dark Fiend Demon Scythe in Luo Ping's hand underwent an earth-shaking transformation.
The scythe suddenly swelled to nearly two hundred meters, stretching across the sky and radiating a cold gleam that made souls tremble.
An eerie, hazy sheen covered the black-purple-silver scythe, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Blazing black-purple ethereal flames danced over its entire length, like hellfire capable of scorching the souls of all living beings.
It bore an evil presence mingled with divinity, along with a conception of mystical mystery whose resonance weighed down upon all beings.
With an angry roar, Luo Ping concentrated all his strength into this single strike.
The enormous scythe broke free of space's shackles and, with unmatched might, cleaved savagely toward Chen Yu's Heaven-Piercing Giant Sword-the manifestation