Late Mahayana, Gate of the Underworld

When Chaos emerged, all laws turned to nothing.

When that mighty torrent came surging in, all struggle appeared pale and powerless.

Whether it was the Blood Prison Demon Flame or the Nine Nether Origin, both were swept away like battered scrap metal, vanishing into thin air.

When the immortal light faded, nothing remained at the original spot. Only pure Five Elements Dao resonance flowed through the air, slowly stitching the shattered void back together.

And that supreme Devil Master who had shaken the universe was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, silently swallowed by Chaos as if he had never existed.

Seeing this, the Asura King looked as though he had been struck by heavenly punishment, all three of his faces twisting at once.

"Little Bastard... how did you become this strong?!"

An icy chill pierced his heart. His towering Demon Body, massive as a mountain, began trembling uncontrollably.

Unlike the Innate Blood Demon, a lower-ranking race, the Crimson Tyrant possessed not only an exceptionally powerful bloodline but also innate Exotic Fire. As early as five epochs ago, he had already ascended to the Mahayana Realm.

The Immortal Principles within him numbered more than four thousand, placing him only one step away from the Late Mahayana. In the ancient war between the two realms, he had once fought two Earth Immortals alone, his ferocious reputation shaking the heavens.

Yet before Shen Yun, all his glory and fame were as fragile as dust—one light touch, and they had been utterly reduced to ash.

The gap was simply too great!

"There's one left."

Shen Yun's voice was calm, his gaze like an ancient abyssal pool, deep beyond measure.

Yet that tranquil stare brought the Asura King boundless pressure.

He could never have imagined that the ant he could