That super monster gave them no chance to breathe.
Just as the four Devil Beast beasts were in disarray and their Fate Soul were still trembling, the Realm Breaking Origin around it suddenly surged again, as if the "boundary" of the entire Ancient Plain of Dead Remains bowed down to it at this moment.
Its gesture of raising its hand was extremely simple, without any preparation or chanting, as if it were just casually brushing the heavens and earth—yet this brush directly triggered the most primal killing form of the Realm Breaking Realm.
Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter.
A Wind of Realm Breaking black and purple, intertwined, burst forth from its body, instantly transforming into a terrifying tornado tens of thousands of feet high. The wind column had no fixed boundaries; its edges constantly collapsed and twisted, like a lingering shadow that was forcibly torn apart and barely maintained.
The wind was not simply airflow, but wind blades formed by the condensation of dimensional fragments and remnants of rules. With each wind blade that swept past, crystalline spiderweb-like cracks appeared in space, light and shadow were stretched and broken, gravity was disordered, and sound was torn into fragmented echoes. The entire battlefield fell into a chaotic state of "phase failure".
The four Devil Beast simultaneously let out a roar that sounded almost desperate.
They desperately urged their origins, with demonic flames, demonic patterns, and Fate Soul barriers stacking up wildly in an attempt to resist the relentlessly advancing wind domain. However, the core of the Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter was not "power suppression," but "blowing away all fixed forms"—the physical body, soul, and rules were stripped away layer by layer in the wind.
The scales that first came into contact with the wind blade were instantly shredded into a blood mist, which was then crushed into dimensional dust by the raging wind before it could spread. The protective divine power was like a paper barrier, which collapsed into meaningless symbolic fragments the moment the wind blade touched it.
Just before the wind domain was about to completely engulf them, one of the Devil Beast suddenly roared to the sky, its voice filled with madness and resentment. It opened its mouth and spat out an extremely strange crystal core—the crystal core was dark red all over, but inside it flowed cold logical patterns that did not belong to demonic spirits, as if some kind of "termination command" had been artificially embedded in it.
Immediately afterwards, the other three Devil Beast made the same move at almost the same moment, each spitting out a crystal core that was similar in shape but had a different aura.
The four crystal cores were not immediately torn apart by the Realm Breaking wind. Instead, they resonated with each other, and the patterns on their surfaces suddenly lit up, as if they had been simultaneously awakened by some distant will.
The next moment—detonation.
That wasn't a simple energy explosion, but a self-destruction at the level of the Fate Soul's logic. The four crystal cores shattered simultaneously, and what was sealed within them wasn't demonic power, but rather "fragments of the definition of existence" that had been compressed and altered.
The moment they disintegrated, four extremely distorted logical shocks erupted simultaneously, forcibly creating four brief but deadly "logical reversal points" within the Wind Domain of the Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter.
The Realm Breaking tornado was forcibly torn open in several places, the azure and black wind blades were pulled in the opposite direction, a chain of collapses occurred inside the wind pillar, and the space shattered into countless layers like glass struck by a heavy hammer.
The four Devil Beast beasts were completely engulfed in the explosion. Their physical bodies, souls, and origins collapsed simultaneously. Even their final screams were drowned out by the noise of the exploding rules. Their existence was directly erased without leaving any trace.
However, this is not without its costs.
The super monster's Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter was forcibly torn apart by the self-destruction logic of the four crystal cores, and its Fate Soul structure was subjected to an impact from a "non-originating direction" for a short period of time.
The Wind of Realm Breaking surrounding it suddenly became unbalanced, and the boundaries that should have been absolutely dominant showed an extremely subtle but fatal misalignment—that was the backlash after the logic of the Fate Soul was forcibly inserted into a heterogeneous definition.
The next instant, its massive body shuddered violently, and its aura, which had been as stable as that of a ruler of a realm, suddenly became chaotic. The primordial cloud body in its chest and abdomen surged violently, as if countless shattered boundaries were colliding with each other inside.
It let out a low groan, and black blood spurted from its mouth. Before the blood even hit the ground, it was torn into fragments of rules and dissipated into the void. It was not a physical injury, but a severe blow to the logic level of its Fate Soul —the self-destruction of the four crystal cores, which temporarily "polluted" its absolute control over the Realm Breaking Origin.
The battlefield finally fell silent. All six Devil Beast Annihilation.
The super monster, though still standing in the center of the shattered realm, was no longer unscathed.
Fear does not come from overwhelming force, but from "the moment when expectations are confirmed."
Not far in front of Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan, the space that had been Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter and the self-destruction of the crystal core suddenly underwent another change. It was not an ordinary spatial rift, but a dimensional cut that had been forcibly "pried open"—as if someone had used their will to directly hold down the edge of the world and tear it apart to both sides.
There was no explosion in the air, no fluctuation in time; only an Ultimate cold, logical vacuum spread out first, causing the remaining boundaries of the Ancient Plain of Dead Remains to tremble instinctively.
Deep within the rift, an almost absolute grayness slowly spread out, and two figures emerged side by side from within it.
Their appearances were almost identical, yet subtle differences existed. The wide, dark gray robes seemed to be woven from the patina of time, and the folds did not hang naturally but floated slowly in mid-air, as if unrestrained by gravity.
Beneath the hood, there were no clear facial features, only a bottomless darkness. Occasionally, a cold, eerie lightning pattern would flash across the outline of the "face," like consciousness itself breathing. With each step, the space beneath their feet would briefly lose focus, as if "negated" for a moment by their existence.
Their appearance abruptly halted the aftershocks of the entire battlefield.
Standing in a deeper, hidden space, Qin Yu watched this scene, a faint smile slowly curving his lips. It wasn't relief, but a confirmation of "finally waiting."
"They're here," he whispered, his tone eerily calm. "I knew it, it had to be the two of them."
Jin Hanyan's gaze remained calm. Her Silent Void · Dao of Chaos automatically subsided at this moment, but it did not relax. She nodded slightly, her voice low and solemn. "These should be the two Three Nether Yin Puppets who have been following the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor of Absolute Thoughts."
She paused for a moment, a barely concealed shock flashing in her eyes. "But I didn't expect their cultivation level to have reached the Severed Thought Realm · Middle Stage. It seems... the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor never intended to rely solely on those few Devil Beast from the very beginning."
At this point, she turned to Qin Yu and asked in a low voice, "Shall we go out now, or..."
Qin Yu didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept over the two Three Nether Yin Puppets, then settled on the super demon beast in the distance, its Fate Soul logic damaged yet still standing tall. Countless causal threads completed their deductions in an instant. After a few breaths, he slowly spoke, "Don't rush."
"If we go out now, that demonic beast will only see us as 'alliance variables' for the Three Nether Yin Puppets."
"Wait a little longer, let them reveal their hand first."
Jin Hanyan didn't refute, but simply replied softly, "Okay."
Just then, the two Three Nether Yin Puppets simultaneously raised their hands.
Without any unnecessary movements, the two divine artifacts materialized in their palms almost the instant their thoughts took shape. One was a long-handled blade that seemed to be forged from solidified nothingness, its edges constantly collapsing and reforming.
The other artifact resembled a suspended gray-white ring, Emptiness inside yet faintly reflecting the image of a shattered world. As soon as the artifact appeared, the surrounding fragments of the boundary, which had not yet been calmed, sank down as if bowing to the higher "ruler of logic".
One of the Three Nether Yin Puppets slightly tilted its head. Its voice, not transmitted through air vibrations, but resounded directly within the "Knowing Layer" of this space, cold and hollow: "Hmph—" "It seems the plan was a success."
The moment those words were spoken, the heavily injured super monster suddenly looked up. Its aura was still violent, but it now showed an undeniable weakness and wariness.
It stared intently at the two Three Nether Yin Puppets, its gaze seemingly intent on tearing apart their Fate Soul structures, as if it had finally realized that it was not a hunter, but a "key node" pushed onto the chessboard.
The space lost its "buffer" in that instant.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets attacked almost simultaneously, without any unnecessary probing or preparation, as if this scene had been calculated countless times in their deductions.
The Yin puppet on the left raised its right arm, pressing its palm forward. The gray-white power ring suddenly spun, and the "Emptiness" inside the ring collapsed outward, transforming into a straight line of Ming Yin Severing Line through heaven and earth.
That was neither energy nor law, but a "cause and effect judgment mark" that had been forcibly extracted. Wherever the line passed, the ground, the air, and the remaining Realm Breaking cracks were all cut into fragments that lost their connection, as if the world had been cut off by someone with a knife, severing the very foundation of "why it happened".
Within the area shrouded by the cut line, everything began to pause eerily—the action was not yet completed, but the result had already vanished, and cause and effect were forcibly severed into countless headless snakes.
At the same time, the Yin Puppet on the right took half a step forward, and the long-handled blade made of condensed nothingness in its hand silently swung down. The moment the blade fell, it did not cut out any light, but instead triggered a logical reversal.
At that moment, heaven and earth lost their sense of direction; the concepts of gravity, spatial coordinates, and front, back, left, and right were simultaneously reversed, forming a rotating "Netherworld Spiraling Descent Field." Within this field, everything attempted to maintain its self-defined existence.
They will all be forcibly dragged into a cycle of "self-denial": the physical body no longer confirms that it is a physical body, the soul cannot confirm that it is a soul, and even existence itself begins to doubt "whether it should continue to exist".
Two divine powers, one judging cause and effect, the other shattering definition, pressed down on the already heavily injured super monster almost simultaneously.
However--
The next instant, a roar that was neither like a beast's howl nor a human's voice suddenly tore apart this Ultimate oppressive space.
The beast's body tensed abruptly, and the cracks covering its entire body began to close amidst the violent trembling. From the boundary wounds that had been torn open by the Realm Breaking Wind Slaughter, an even more primal and violent aura flowed out.
Its chest heaved violently, as if something that had been sealed away for millions of years was being forcibly awakened.
The second stage: Awakening.
The old scales covering its body cracked and peeled off one by one, but instead of turning into fragments, they were stretched and folded in mid-air, reforming into an even more ferocious bone armor structure. The bone armor was a mixture of dark red and gray-black, and the patterns were not naturally grown, but rather looked like "boundary marks" etched by countless battles and tears.
Its back bulged high, and the originally blurred spine line turned outward completely, transforming into several Realm Breaking thorns that pierced through the heavens and earth. At the end of each thorn was a slightly distorted fragment of space, as if it could detonate the boundary again at any time.
What was most terrifying was its eyes—the originally chaotic, bestial light had completely vanished, replaced by a burning flame of will. It was not reason, nor was it madness, but a primal indomitable spirit that refused to bow to any superior being after being driven to the brink of despair.
Just as the Ming Yin Severing Line were about to pierce its Fate Soul Nucleus, the demonic beast stomped its foot, causing the entire Realm Breaking of the Ancient Plain of Dead Remains to tremble. It didn't unleash any complex supernatural powers; it simply unleashed all its remaining primal will in the most primitive way—
A visible boundary of resistance oscillation spread out from its body. The moment the cutting line touched this oscillation, it shifted extremely briefly, and the causal judgment was forcibly "pushed open" by a line.
The Netherworld Spiraling Descent Field, and the power of heaven and earth reversal attempted to drag it into an abyss of self-denial. But at this moment, the monster roared to the sky, and all the patterns on its bone armor lit up simultaneously.
Those patterns do not resist definition, but rather refuse to be defined in an almost tyrannical way. The tearing force of the swirling field falls on it, like a gale crashing into a mountain, creating countless cracks, but it can never completely shatter it.
Blood gushed from its mouth, its bone armor cracked in many places, and its Fate Soul logic continued to vibrate violently, but it did not fall.
On the contrary, it managed to stand firm against the near-fatal combined attack of the Three Nether Yin Puppets.
The second stage is complete stability.
The wind in the Ancient Plain of Dead Remains stopped for a moment, as if even heaven and earth were briefly silent for this being that had defied the power of Absolute Thoughtlessness with its indomitable will.
The hoods of the two Three Nether Yin Puppets swayed slightly, clearly indicating that they too had realized that this demonic beast was no longer a "battlefield variable" that could be easily defeated.
Meanwhile, Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan, who were hidden in the deeper space, simultaneously focused their gazes.