The sound of an illusion shattering echoed.

When everyone turned back in shock, they only saw the fallen Sufferer. As the heart leapt for the last time, blood pooled from the wound at the back, gushing, dancing.

It fell on that broken smile, silently winding.

Under the backdrop of those strands of mournful red, that smile looked so serene, like a void.

Blowing from the cracks was the wind of Hell.

Time seemed to stand still.

In that moment too brief to think, faster even than astonishment, confusion, or fear, was the instinctive reaction cultivated through countless slaughters and struggles.

Before thinking, the sword was already drawn!

However, before instinct, Ji Jue had already raised his hand and pointed—

Towards the altar, issuing the command!

Thus, under the intermittent brilliant light, the immense Tower of Audience shook thunderously, circuits overloaded in an instant, unconsciously gathering all strength, brewing transformation, defensive modules overloading, erupting with countless blazing, dazzling thunderous light.

Like countless sharp blades suddenly piercing out, the electric torrent easily tore through the altar and the remnants above, bursting, expanding, rampaging, instantly engulfing the entire tower top.

The high temperature, overriding the flames, spread rampantly, breaking through Tian Yuan's suppression, engulfing everyone.

Including Ji Jue!

The necklace just plundered was cruelly stimulated in his palm, clashing head-on with the countless thunders, forcibly opening a gap.

At the same time, Ji Jue's second finger rose, pointed.

Towards everyone within the thunderous light.

The Poison Heart Ring on the ring finger gleamed like a dream, the apparition of the banshee rose again, opening its mouth, roaring at everyone present!

The spiritual waves resonated like tides, the purple-black ripples erupted, reverberating in this small space under Ji Jue's suppression, relentless.

Under the sweeping thunder, as everyone instinctively tried to raise defenses even while sensing the crisis, their vision turned black, overwhelmed by that indiscriminate spiritual impact.

In an instant, faces swelled to a blue-purple, almost on the verge of exploding.

The momentary spiritual disruption caused the raging thunder to completely engulf and cover, screams and wails echoed from the roar, endless.

"—Hah!"

A sudden shout burst forth from the clash of thunder and spirit, like a pillar of support, instantly stabilizing the situation.

For those of the Ascension and Void Abyss faction, there is no state of being unable to react—under the blessing of [Transcendent Vision], no matter how terrifying the shock or crisis, it can be paused the moment it happens within one's consciousness, allowing one to fully comprehend the situation before responding!

Within the boundlessly slowed time, the leading monk from Wulou Temple took a sudden step forward, eyes blazing with light as he shouted.

A Vajra Chant resonated, forcibly uplifting the spirit, stimulating the spiritual force, and threads of dreamy white smoke intertwined in thin air, rising from the physical shell.

The soul manifested.

Wulou Temple's secret technique·[Incompetent Fire Meditation]!

The soul transcended and ascended from the body, manifesting as smoke, and amid the gathering and circling of blessings, formed a bright treasure bead above the head, emanating light.

Under those threads of light, the impact of thunder and the poisonous heart's spiritual force abruptly paused, seemingly slowed by hundreds of times, rendering all external evils unable to penetrate!

Except for Ji Jue…

Because he was already so close!

The moment the shout resounded, the Chun Jun's Spirit operated, the Blessing Chain·[Divine Transformation], activated!

Under the same blessing of Transcendent Vision, the completely transformed body was forcefully converted and stimulated by Mechanical Descent, breaking through space to arrive!

"Hum!"

The monk's soul manifesting as smoke decisively opened its mouth, silently, yet an illusory thunder echoed from within every soul's perception.

Boosted by the Vajra Chant, the force was further urged, and within the transformation of True Essence of the Abyss, it manifested from the spiritual impact, pierced out!

Thought followed instantly!

Forcibly dispersing all spiritual techniques to nothingness, the spiritual impact claiming to 'eradicate all laws', upon locking onto Ji Jue, already acted upon Ji Jue's soul.

No process, no charging, and no buffering!

Nor any effect.

The moment the spirit clashed with the Chun Jun within his soul, it vanished without a trace, utterly useless, not even delaying a single moment.

Then, the monk saw that blood-stained smile suddenly rise to face his own soul.

Another hand extended from the long sleeve, as it rose, revealing that so familiar copper light.

It was his... Vajra Pestle!

No, now it already belonged to Ji Jue.

Shocked? Fearful? Desperate?

In the instant that lifeless heart was broken, how many ripples did it stir? Even he could scarcely count.

Before darkness descended, the last thought that emerged was just one...

It's over.

Boom!!!

Without any resistance or hesitation, the Vajra Pestle of Wulou Temple's secret transmission, violently cracked by Dissociation Technique, didn't even have the privilege to refuse.

Forcibly infused with spiritual force, stimulated, mercilessly overloading this inherited object.

The black light emanated from the enraged tri-pronged Vajra upon smashing down!

Evading, defending, spiritual impact, world amendment... nothing was of further use, as it was a treasure crafted specifically to counter all soul changes.

The only effect it possessed—to break through illusions and repel heart demons, 'a resounding wake-up call'!

The iron rod slammed down from above!

The smoke-shaped soul fragmented like light smoke, the treasure bead on the head mourned and shattered, and amidst the loud noise, the monk's head burst open from the overhead strike of the Vajra Pestle!

Blood mist surged and ascended.

Then, the momentarily stalled spiritual impact and thunderbolt swept through violently, ravaging and eroding.

Sounds of rupture and wailing were incessant.

Ji Jue's figure had already vanished from the spot, escaping the instinctive claw strike from White Deer in its agony, flickering into void, transforming through Feather Transformation, forcibly spiritualizing his body, teleporting instantly.

Originally, such spiritual leaps could not carry any other matter, but now, all belongings were forcibly integrated by the blessings of the Governance Axis, regarded as part of Ji Jue's body.

Left behind to be torn apart and then reduced to ashes in the thunderbolt, there remained only half a thrown-down face and a filthy robe.

In an instant, Ji Jue had already intruded into the core, instinctively positioning to protect the Ghostly Frost Sufferer who had just raised its hand, only to see that hollow smiling face.

Instinctively, a scream erupted.

But immediately, the scream stopped abruptly.

The Poison Blade in Ji Jue's other hand shot out, piercing into the throat with a horizontal sweep, the blood streak vaporized in the lightning, and a head had already soared high.

The figure flickered like a phantom.

Accompanied by the terrifying consumption of his own spiritual substance, the Hai Xiang Mirror's insight was fully opened, illuminating everything, overlooking all spiritual fluctuations and blessing operations.

Easily capturing all abilities' charge and preparatory movements, then calmly exploiting vulnerabilities while accelerating and flickering with Chun Jun, striking decisively and breaking individually.

The moment of decapitation, the Vajra Pestle in his hand was thrown behind without turning back, obstructing the flying dart cast by White Deer Sufferer.

The Poison Blade from the other hand was hurled, tearing through the air and piercing the leader's heart, the cracking Poison Blade releasing its final power, the deadly poison spreading rapidly from flesh and soul, swiftly decaying and perishing.

The treasure just retrieved by the opponent fell powerlessly to the ground, losing guidance, its activation interrupted.

Under the control of Wuyou from the opposite end, attempting self-reactivation, but was pulled by the Silver Thread flicked from Ji Jue's sleeve, falling into his unfolded five fingers.

Instantly, turning to ash and smoke.

More than that, accompanying Ji Jue's flicking fingers, all living and deceased present, the iron piece stored closely like a talisman suddenly glowed with silver light — explosion!

This was the last straw breaking the camel's back.

In less than a second, after enduring the ravaging of thunderbolt, the impact of resentful spiritual substance, Ji Jue's deliberate targeting, and fierce attacks to the key points, in just the blink of an eye, blood and limbs soared into dissipated sparks, and fell again.

No more sound.

Only one remained.

Behind Ji Jue, that Ruins who bore all damage roared in rage, trembling as it attempted to rise for a final struggle, but immediately froze in place.

Seeing, not knowing when, a finger had long suspended before its forehead.

Like a dragonfly tapping on water.

One touch and it's separated.

Snap!

Where the fingertip touched, a tiny crack silently spread open.

Then followed by collapse, peel-away, rupture, spray sounds endlessly echoed, amid muffled sound, the huge crack spread behind him, blood like tides gushed out from beneath the crevice!

In that gentle point, under Chun Jun's spiritual mastery and manipulation, a strand of spiritual substance scattered, permeating silently through thousands of threads, into Ruins's body, then re-condensed from its fragile form.

As if appearing from thin air.

Then followed by Pan Ying's crimson and fierceness revealed from within, erupting!

Chun Jun's lofty, Pan Ying's ferocity, the two merged into one, completing penetration and transformation amidst gathering and scattering, spreading like a bomb in a loud explosion!

The two swords among the Nine Types, merged and transformed through a finger, in application of Dissociation Technique, penetrated seamlessly inside, bursting with over dozens of times more terrifying damage.

——Dissociation Technique·Jing Zhen!

With muffled sound, Ruins convulsed, falling to the ground.

Struggling to lift its head, trying to see that face clearly, yet unable to distinguish.

Only seeing those unwavering eyes.

From start to end, pitch black.

.

.

Huge face roared.

Scarlet eyes opened one by one from the face, gazing at Wuyou. Wuyou's body fluctuated violently, flickering, as if suffering network lag.

Clearly there was such an instant, already dismembered, flesh and bones turned to mud, but the next instant, the body restored, unscathed.

Decapitation, dismemberment, waist cut, flaying...

Various punishments descended endlessly from the huge face's overlook, yet he remained unharmed, only looking more grim. And at that moment, just outside Crack Realm, in a remote area of the Endless Sea, calamity descended unexpectedly.

Amid the night in the small town, a shrill screaming sound stretched endless.

Exhausted children dismembered, fishermen night-fishing on boats cut at waist, the kitchen pot boiling, cooking the head suddenly dropped from a woman's neck.

The beer just raised fell onto the ground, foaming, flowing into the bloodstains.

As if nightmarish, the disaster spread swiftly without signal, turning the entire island into earthly hell in moments. Then, one after another... seemingly endless.

Wuyou's face turned ashen, the Tiger Talisman above him swelled with darkness, in the silt, shadow-like figures rose one after another like walking corpses, writhing, prompting blessings and abilities, acting as puppets to resist the huge face's power, even the shadow of the death wall.

And upon realizing that his subordinates at the other end of the talisman suddenly lost response, even his bestowed treasures and talismans vanished without trace, he could no longer suppress his rage, urging: "Shekri, what are you delaying for!"

"Calm down, Wuyou, I'm almost there!"

Shekri, with his team, hurriedly rushing to the disconnected Tower of Audience, black threads entwined and quickly broke on his bandages.

Speed was fast.

But the distance remained far too vast.

Slow as a turtle crawl.

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