430: The wheel of hell turns back to the cemetery!

The deafening roar, like a belated death knell, exploded only after the shockwave had wreaked havoc, tearing through the air.

Su Han was deeply embedded in a hollow of the giant rock, the icy stone wall pressed against his burning back, and every heart-wrenching breath pulled at his entire skeleton and flesh, making them groan as if on the verge of collapse.

The flowing crimson-black energy armor on his right arm flickered violently, like a candle in the wind; the Dragon shadow claw at his fingertips had long since dissipated without a trace, leaving only residual energy veins twitching unwillingly beneath his skin, each pulsation bringing bone-deep agony, like countless red-hot steel needles stirring in his marrow.

“Cough… Pfft!”

Another mouthful of scalding blood, mixed with not yet fully dissipated crimson-black energy dust, splattered onto the scorched ground, instantly raising acrid blue smoke.

His vision was suffused with blood, as if the entire world was submerged in a sea of blood, and the spatial ripples at the edges had not subsided.

Instead, they became more twisted and chaotic due to the violent energy disturbance; he could even “see” faint, spiderweb-like cracks appearing and disappearing in the air, like fragile glass on the verge of shattering.

His body felt as if it had been repeatedly run over by a ten-thousand-ton boulder, every cell screaming in protest.

He wanted to move, to stand up, but a heavy numbness and tearing pain held him captive, making even a simple action like raising his hand seem impossibly distant.

Only that distorted, violent right arm continued to instinctively emit a dangerous and scalding aura, like an enraged Vicious Beast, intent on baring its fangs even in its death throes.

However, his enemy—or rather, the ancient will that occupied Bi Yao’s body—did not give him a moment’s respite.

“A body of an ant, daring to defy divine punishment… The embers of destruction shall ultimately return to nothingness!”

“Bi Yao’s” voice was devoid of any human emotion, as if it were the netherwind from the deepest reaches of the Nine Hells, sweeping over billions of years of ice.

Her right hand, burning with inky black netherflame, did not lower; that “Finger of Withering” which had been capable of annihilating Law and causing all things to wither, was merely the beginning of a massive assault!

Her slender, jade-like fingers suddenly came together, and the inky black netherflame entwined around her fingertips instantly solidified and soared!

It was no longer a slender finger, but had transformed into the ethereal image of an ancient, profound Nether Sword, wreathed in endless death and the aura of ultimate demise!

The long sword pointed not at Su Han himself, but at the space surrounding him!

“Bi Yao’s” lips parted slightly, uttering words like a judgment from the netherworld, each syllable causing the lingering Yin Sha and fragmented Great Origin Qi in this space to violently tremble and wail:

“Netherworld Cycle · Ruined Tomb Domain!”

Buzz—

The space emitted a mournful cry, unable to bear the burden!

Centered on Su Han, within a ten-zhang radius, the ground suddenly collapsed!

Not a physical collapse, but the “existence” that constituted this space itself was disintegrating!

The solid rock instantly lost its firm texture, silently turning into dust as if weathered for billions of years, merging into a rapidly spinning, massive grayish-white vortex!

The center of the vortex was as deep as a black hole, emitting a pure stillness that seemed to absorb even light.

Air vanished, gravity became chaotic, light dimmed…

A miniature “Tomb Domain” independent of the present world was forming! Grayness, destruction, stillness, and nothingness were the only Laws here!

Any existence drawn into it would instantly be stripped of its vitality, energy, and even the very concept of “existence,” to be completely assimilated, devoured, and buried by this land of ruin!

Su Han felt himself instantly plummet into a bottomless icy abyss!

His body was relentlessly pulled by that terrifying grayish-white vortex, and that dreadful Law power even began to directly corrode the restless crimson-black tribulation power on his right arm!

The armguard formed by the tribulation power emitted a “sizzling” wail, its flickering speed suddenly accelerating, and its brilliance visibly dimmed.

Even more terrifying was the sense of Soul-level stripping, as if something deeper was being forcibly torn away, to be eternally lost in nothingness!

The ultimate death crisis, like a basin of ice water formed from ten thousand years of cold ice, instantly drenched Su Han’s Soul!

“I can’t… I can’t die here!”

The agony of near-death seemed to transform into a fiery oil that tempered his will, burning away all hesitation and fear, leaving only the most primitive, most violent instinct for survival!

His consciousness erupted with brilliant light under the erosion of nothingness; that core, imprinted with unyielding defiance and fury, was completely ignited.