Another spear strike cleaved down.
Only then did [Withering] notice that Ye Buyu was not looking at him at all. Instead, she was staring at an empty place, very close to him, yet seemingly very far away.
It was a place he could glimpse only a sliver of, even with all his effort.
"Haha... hahahaha!"
Wild, frenzied laughter burst from [Withering]'s mouth, and as he laughed, another wound appeared on his body.
It cleaved down from his neck, nearly splitting him in two.
"This was the slash that cost that generation of Judgment four Seats' lives to unleash. You saw it. You saw it, didn't you!"
[Withering] shouted. Ye Buyu stamped down without hesitation, planting her foot on the wound that cut down to the bone.
She grabbed his injured shoulder with one hand, pinned the wounded half of his body beneath one foot, and pulled with all her strength.
The sound of flesh tearing instantly drained the color from the other Calamities' faces.
They could not help feeling unnerved.
Was this Ye really planning to tear [Withering] apart?
[Withering] could no longer laugh. Gritting his teeth, he threw Ye Buyu off him.
Those eyes held no fear, no pleasure in revenge, and no bloodthirsty killing intent. Their calm was enough to make one's skin crawl.
That gaze fixed on nothing, those ruthless methods.
And that thing he had glimpsed a sliver of.
[Withering] was reluctant to use Origin Power. He desperately wanted to enter that state again, to look at that elusive sliver of something.
His instincts told him that it absolutely had something to do with the next realm. What was the next realm?
Level Fifteen. God!
How could he not be excited after glimpsing that first thread of daylight?
"Not enough. Strike me again. Again!"
Yet Ye