The second-form monster gave no further room for probing. It slowly raised the forelimb that held the divine artifact, and the dark purple crystal core at the top of the artifact suddenly receded, as if all the light and shadow were being pressed back into the abyss by an invisible hand.
The next instant, its palm flipped, and the power to Realm Breaking no longer emanated as wind, but instead took the form of fire—a blazing inferno of dark crimson and azure purple surged from its palm, yet it had no heat, no sound of burning, but rather spread out like a silent night curtain, traversing the space. This was the third divine power— the Rule Incineration.
Wherever the fire passed, the heavens and earth did not collapse, but began to "manifest." The previously invisible rules of heaven and earth, the basis of the spells, and the borrowing of causal forces around the two Three Nether Yin Puppets all transformed into pale golden veins, emerging from the void and from within their bodies, crisscrossing like the skeleton supporting their existence.
As soon as the Boundary-Breaking Incinerating Fire touched these veins, the dark black rule fragments spread rapidly, like countless tiny and greedy mouthparts, frantically gnawing away.
In an instant, the defensive magic set up by one of the Three Nether Yin Puppets collapsed first—not shattered, but stripped of its "reason for existence." The rules upon which the defense depended were burned away, and the magic directly turned into meaningless dust and fell, even the process of collapse seemed superfluous.
Another of the Three Nether Yin Puppets let out a low growl, forcefully activating the strange magical artifact. The symbols, language, and narrative locks on the artifact's surface instantly lit up, attempting to re-anchor the rules, rewrite the order, and "extricate" itself from the burning flames. However, the moment the artifact lit up, the dark purple crystal core at the top of the artifact trembled slightly—
The backlash began.
The Rule Incineration did not burn the magic weapon itself, but instead went against the flow of the magic weapon's "locking logic". Those locked rules, narratives and causes became the clearest path. The burning fire seemed to have found its home, and went straight to the depths of the Three Nether Yin Puppets's Fate Soul along the locking lines.
The next instant, the body of the Three Nether Yin Puppets suddenly stiffened, and a muffled echo erupted from its chest cavity, as if something inside had broken. A corner of its Fate Soul Anchor Point was forcibly burned away, and an irreversible and irreparable shock spread outwards. Its stability collapsed visibly, and even the void was dragged, distorted, and sunk.
The flames continued to spread, affecting another of the Three Nether Yin Puppets. It forcibly abandoned several protective rules to barely sever the path of the spreading flames, but at the cost of a sharp drop in its aura and large, hollow cracks appearing on its shadow body.
Boom--
The two figures were simultaneously thrown into the air, as if they had been thrown from the center of the world. They crashed through several layers of spatial barriers and were pushed back tens of thousands of feet before barely managing to regain their footing.
One of the Three Nether Yin Puppets suddenly spat out a strange mouthful of blood in mid-air. The blood was not bright red, but a mixture of dark purple and grayish-white. It vanished on its own upon falling into the void, clearly indicating that its Fate Soul had been severely injured.
The second-form demonic beast stood in the center of the blank area of the rules Boundary-Breaking Incinerating Fire were slowly dissipating. There was no wind or fire around it, yet it gave people a sense of oppression that was colder than any killing.
It lowered its head, its gaze piercing through layers of space, landing on the two Three Nether Yin Puppets, then let out a cold laugh devoid of any emotion.
"Using the rules as a weapon, but forgetting that the rules themselves can also decay."
"You want to break the rules, but you never consider that you yourselves are the most vulnerable link."
Hidden behind the shattered terrain, Qin Yu and Jin Hanyan held their breath, their eyes filled with undisguised shock. Jin Hanyan whispered, "That demonic beast isn't even afraid of the rules!" Before she could finish speaking, Qin Yu slowly narrowed his eyes.
Her gaze was fixed on the staff wrapped in a dark purple crystal core. Her tone was calm but tinged with solemnity. The staff in her hand was probably no longer just "breaking the rules," but could directly Annihilation the rules themselves. Jin Hanyan's heart jolted.
Seemingly remembering something, his voice involuntarily lowered. "I seem to have seen a similar description in some extremely ancient fragments, but the appearance doesn't quite match. The artifact mentioned in that ancient book is called the Netherworld Divine Staff, and this staff is not forged from any material."
It was born in the absolute nothingness— the Netherworld —after the Ultimate destruction of all world rules. It is the last echo after destruction reached its end, and also the absolute zeroing that must be experienced before new life is born. Some myths say that it condensed on its own in the ashes of the end of the previous universe's cycle, while ancient scrolls record that it was created by a supreme being who attempted to rewrite everything after his failure.
The Ultimate tool of destruction formed from its undying obsession... Upon hearing this, a cold, knowing glint flashed in Qin Yu's eyes. No wonder it was so domineering. Jin Hanyan couldn't help but look at the battlefield again, her tone becoming more urgent, "Are we still waiting?"
If things continue like this, those two Three Nether Yin Puppets will likely be completely Annihilation. However, Qin Yu shook his head, his expression unusually calm. "No rush," he said. "Even if the demonic beast truly Annihilation the Three Nether Yin Puppets, it will be a good thing for us. Those two Three Nether Yin Puppets are no ordinary beings."
It must bear the deep imprint of the Thought Severance Devouring Emperor on its body. If this demonic beast wants to completely erase them, the price it has to pay will be enormous. No matter what the outcome, its Fate Soul essence will be severely damaged. It is safest to wait until it fights the Three Nether Yin Puppets to its Limit before we reappear and join forces to Annihilation it. Jin Hanyan remained silent for a few breaths before finally nodding in agreement, her gaze returning to calm.
Just then, another commotion erupted in the center of the battlefield. Two Three Nether Yin Puppets almost simultaneously let out low, twisted roars, as if some suppressed core had been forcibly torn apart. One of the Three Nether Yin Puppets suddenly raised its hand, and a strange crystal core identical to the one that had appeared when the four Devil Beast exploded earlier emerged from its palm.
The crystal core seemed to contain countless fragments of shattered Fate Soul, its surface swirling with unstable dark red and grayish-white light patterns. Without any hesitation, it used its divine power to forcefully hurl the crystal core towards the second-form demonic beast's vicinity. The demonic beast's pupils contracted sharply, instinctively sensing the self-destructive Fate Soul annihilation explosion contained within the crystal core.
It roared, and the power to Realm Breaking exploded beneath its feet. Its figure transformed into a blur that tore through space as it retreated rapidly. Almost the instant it retreated, the heavens and earth seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand—rumble!
A deafening roar erupted as the crystal core completely exploded on the spot. The explosion was not a simple release of energy, but a collapse and backlash at the Fate Soul level. Dark red shockwaves, mixed with shattered fragments of rules, swept in all directions.
Space shattered layer by layer like fragile glass, light and shadow were stretched into wildly distorted lines, and the earth collapsed directly into a bottomless void.
The second-form monster forcibly stabilized itself amidst the aftershocks of the explosion, its chest heaving, its aura of Realm Breaking clearly disordered. However, before it could regroup its power...
Taking advantage of the chaos created by the explosion, the two Three Nether Yin Puppets appeared as if teleported from the shadows of the void, attacking almost directly in front of the demonic beast. Their killing techniques instantly overlapped, and chilling ripples of logic and distorted causal cracks pressed down simultaneously, causing space to completely lose its order at that moment.
The demonic beast let out a low roar, and without hesitation, it held the Netherworld Divine Staff horizontally in front of it. The moment the staff landed, the void seemed to be blocked by an invisible, absolute barrier, and most of the divine powers that struck the staff were Pre-Nonbeing annihilated.
However, residual killing power still penetrated the defenses and struck the monster's body heavily, causing it to stagger back several steps.
A trickle of dark blood, carrying the aura of Realm Breaking, spilled from his mouth; his Fate Soul surged violently, clearly indicating he had been truly and severely injured.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield became increasingly dangerous and out of control.
The two Three Nether Yin Puppets took a step forward almost simultaneously, before the aftershocks of the explosion had completely dissipated.
The space beneath their feet was shattered into countless fractures, and the shadows were stretched into shapes that did not belong to any dimension. The killing intent deep within their Fate Soul was completely unsealed, without any reservation.
One of them spread his arms, and dense dark causal patterns appeared on his body. These patterns were not runes, but causal lines that were being forcibly twisted. The other person's body was covered in logical runes that burned in reverse, as if using "existence" itself as fuel. Two completely different, yet equally dangerous killing techniques took shape at the same time, pointing directly at the second form of the demon beast.
The demonic beast let out a low roar, and the aura of Realm Breaking within its chest surged forth like a raging storm.
It straightened its body forcefully, and at this moment, the Netherworld Divine Staff was raised high with an almost instinctive movement. The staff trembled slightly, as if the void had been hollowed out from within.
The next instant, the Realm Ruins Devouring Stillness was activated.
Before the demonic beast's palm, a miniature, jet-black world remnant slowly materialized.
The dimensional ruins continued to collapse, their edges wreathed in pale purple dimensional turbulence. As they spun, the surrounding space was stretched into bizarre arcs, rendering light, gravity, and the sense of direction ineffective. Before they could even be truly touched, a terrifying devouring force had already descended.
One of the Three Nether Yin Puppets Masters suddenly froze.
The space around him seemed to be dragged by an invisible vortex, his protective structure was forcibly stretched and twisted, and his Fate Soul Anchor Point emitted a piercing vibration, as if it would be torn out of his body at any moment.
Without pausing for a moment, the monster continued its attack.
The void above suddenly collapsed, Myriad-Dimensional Crushing Slaughter descended.
A giant hammer, formed by the superposition of countless dimensional phantoms, fell from the sky.
The hammer has no fixed shape; fragmented light and shadows of black, silver, and pale purple constantly intertwine, recombine, and collapse. With each rotation, tiny dimensions are silently shattered within the hammer's shadow. Before the giant hammer has even truly fallen, the area where the target is located has already been compressed into an almost thin sheet.
Another of the Three Nether Yin Puppets let out a muffled groan.
Spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the surface of his physical body. His soul was forcibly torn apart by the multidimensional compression and collision, turning into chaotic fragments of light, which were continuously dragged towards the center by the gravity of the boundary.
The Devouring of the Boundary Ruins and the Crushing of the Dimensional Hammer were completed in the same instant.
There was no roar, no burst of light.
The real shock occurred at the level of Fate Soul and logic—the causal chain was severed, the definition of existence was torn apart, and space collapsed directly between the three parties into a dead zone where rules failed.
However, the Three Nether Yin Puppets is no ordinary creature.
Before the most fatal central area completely closed, they each forcibly stabilized their cores, paying the price of their Fate Soul shattering, and managed to break free from the devouring center.
The cost was equally severe—the causal chain broke in several segments, the logical anchor point suffered irreversible damage, and the internal structure became clearly unbalanced.
The monsters also paid a heavy price in this Limit burst of power.
The backlash from the Boundary Ruins caused a brief disruption to its Fate Soul structure, a violent imbalance in its Realm Breaking aura, and large patches of scales on its chest to burst open. Dark red blood mixed with dimensional dust fell into the void, each drop disintegrating into fragments of light as it fell.
All three parties regressed almost simultaneously.
The shattered space slowly bounced back between them, but could never be restored to its original state.
The air was filled with the aura of Realm Breaking, remnants of cause and effect, and fragments of logic; the world seemed to have been torn into a tattered cloth.
Three figures faced off across this crumbling land.
His gaze was icy, his killing intent lingered, and the tremors deep within his Fate Soul still echoed.
They all knew that this battle had truly touched the line between life and death for each other.