"I AM DEATH INCARNATE!"
Mo Ling's voice was no longer his own—it was layered with the screams of countless souls, the echoes of worlds he had erased. The Abyssal Ghost Knight was gone.
In his place stood Mo Ling at his absolute peak, a Primordial God who had transcended even his own limits.
He burned his life essence. His God Marks ignited one after another, each flare of power pushing him further beyond reason. The void around them warped, unable to contain the sheer force of his fury.
Yun Lintian watched, unshaken.
Mo Ling's body blurred—faster than thought, faster than time itself. His scythe carved through existence, aiming not just for Yun Lintian's flesh, but for his very soul.
"DIE!"
The strike landed.
—And Yun Lintian caught it with his bare hand.
Crack!
The sound of Mo Ling's scythe shattering echoed like the death knell of a star.
Mo Ling's eyes widened.
Yun Lintian's grip tightened.
And then—
Boom!
A single punch.
