After an unknown length of time, Xiu Yuan stood up again.
He had thought it through and made his choice.
He decided to pay the price for his actions. Even if it meant giving up on returning, he had to try.
At that moment, the mask on Xiu Yuan's face changed from half crying and half smiling to a smiling face.
He activated the mask's power again and drew on Evil Spirit Power.
This time, he clearly felt the soothing pleasure this region brought him.
But now, he had no mind to spare for any of that.
"I'll stake everything I have..."
Xiu Yuan slowly raised his hand. Evil Spirit Power surged wildly within him, a special power beyond the seven elements.
Chaos, ill omen, death, corruption, fear, filth, hatred...
They were all the most evil things in the world.
Now, they all gathered in Xiu Yuan's palm, forming a pitch-black sphere.
Xiu Yuan did not know how much destruction this strike would cause, but this was a gamble he had to take.
From the moment he activated the mask, there had been no turning back.
"Success or failure-it all comes down to this."
Xiu Yuan hurled the pitch-black sphere. It drifted slowly through the void.
Finally, it stopped there, shrinking, shrinking, then shrinking again.
The black sphere, which had only been the size of a fist to begin with, slowly compressed. In less than an instant, it was only the size of a fingernail.
After its final contraction, it seemed to vanish completely.
Crack...
Crack...
Crack...
Fractures began appearing in the void in every direction, one after another, stretching from the earth all the way into the sky.
As Xiu Yuan watched, the fractures multiplied, spreading like a spiderweb, as though glass had been shattered.
The fractures spread so