Tens of thousands of miles of void lay within arm's reach.
Above the skyline at the end of the Demonic Grotto, the immense Cross-boundary Teleportation Array spanning the plane hovered silently. Layers of luminous white spatial ripples flowed across its surface, and the spatial aura of travel between planes was unmistakable. The sole path to survival was already clearly visible to Shiheng and Oakes.
They needed only to fly over in an instant and step into the array's heart to escape the Death Demon Cavern that had imprisoned them for countless ages, leave Hell's cage, and truly regain their freedom like dragons returning to the sea.
Survival lay just a step away.
Yet every escape route across the void had been completely sealed.
At the very center of the void, a black-robed figure stood alone.
He stood tall and unwavering, releasing not the slightest deliberate killing intent. Simply by standing there in silence, he blocked every route of retreat throughout the airspace.
Pure early Asura stage pressure poured down, overwhelming a million miles of the Demonic Grotto's void. Heaven and earth froze, demonic energy fell still, and laws sank. The entire world seemed pinned beneath an invisible hand, all things bowing into silence.
Oakes hovered in the void in his dragon-transformed form. Dragon scales shattered and scattered across his body, mottled dragon blood soaked his divine body, his internal essence churned violently, and his divine power raged in disorder. He was already gravely wounded and near death.
He had lived for endless years, roamed throughout Hell, witnessed countless battles between supreme powerhouses, and survived innumerable desperate crises.
Yet only at this moment did a bone-deep understanding arise within him-there was no way for both of them to survive today's predicament.
Both were severely wounded and exhausted, while their opponent was