"What… what is that?!" the wounded demon shouted, his voice cracking.
The two-headed demon staggered backward, both faces twisted in pure terror.
The sense of danger flooding his instincts was so overwhelming that even his bloodline screamed for him to flee.
Meanwhile, the scythe-wielding demon stood frozen.
Not because he could not move, but because he understood what happened.
"This level of control shouldn't be possible…" he whispered hoarsely.
Now that the Absolute Order Artifact had lost its glow, they had regained their original cultivation but due to the curse Yu Zhen was still bleeding, though he regained his spirit sense.
Then the crack in space spread like lightning across glass.
Not tearing, but bleeding.
Ominous red fissures branched outward, staining the air as though reality itself had been wounded.
The pressure intensified with every heartbeat, crushing the surroundings into suffocating stillness.
Then—
The crack expanded.
