The hairpin Law Artifact spun abruptly and returned to Shen Huai's hand.
She picked up the hairpin, tore off the shattered, ashen Talisman impaled on it, and casually discarded it.
"Shen Huai! What are you doing!"
The sight before him enraged Xu Ziqing.
Before all these witnesses, a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect had taken the initiative to strike a killing blow against a disciple of the Dongyuan Sect.
This alone was enough to spark a conflict between the two sects.
Faced with the Dongyuan Sect elder's questioning, Shen Huai lowered her eyes and turned a deaf ear.
She had neither reason nor standing to defy Shen Yu's orders.
So there was naturally no need to hesitate or deliberate over the instructions he conveyed.
Song Yan had nearly reached the very center of Avīci Hell. Only in the instant the Talisman Treasure was destroyed did he feel more directly just how powerful it had been.
Without its protection, the ghostly figures filling the sky were so dense that Song Yan could see almost no gaps between them.
It's over.
Demonic Sound buzzed in his ears, and bizarre, dizzying illusions filled his vision...
His strength was failing, his Spiritual Power was exhausted, and even his Sword Qi was all but spent.
He barely managed to muster one last strand of Sword Qi to cut through the surrounding ghosts, but the black hands packed densely within the ink-darkness clung like an abscess gnawing at the bone.
They climbed his legs, crawled up his body, and pressed against his shoulders.
In the distance, Shen Huai sneered and stopped looking at Song Yan.
"We're all ants on a platter, drifting with the current. Merely surviving is already the greatest fortune. Why struggle in vain!"
Buzzz-
Almost instantly, countless black hands dragged Song Yan into