The next mont, Fang Qingyu would be completely devoured!
And in this critical mont, just as Fang Qingyu was about to be completely engulfed by the black tide.
Fang Qingyu’s right arm, encircled by dark twin dragons, slowly lifted.
Toward the oncoming apocalyptic wave.
Toward the vajra giant Buddha akin to a mountain.
Toward this broken world thoroughly corrupted.
Five fingers spread open, then clenched the void ferociously!!
A low, authoritative tone, as if from beyond the nine heavens, or from the depths of the soul, resounded through the entire Black Pine Ridge like the decree of an ancient god:
"Divine Judgnt..."
"Celestial Attraction!!!"
...
Buzz——!!!
Ti seed to hit a pause button at this mont.
Or perhaps it accelerated to the extre!
An indescribable will, impossible to convey in color or form, erupted centered on Fang Qingyu’s suspended body!
It was not energy, nor a wave, but a pure command surpassing the rules!
With the descent of this will.
Above Fang Qingyu’s head, the sky, covered by countless filthy spatial fractures and a black life ghost tide, suddenly caved inward!
A colossal black vortex appeared out of thin air, covering the entire ridge’s sky as it slowly rotated!
The vortex, unfathomably deep, seed to connect with the universe’s ultimate darkness.
The vortex rotated, emanating a terrifying gravitational force that could not be resisted or defied!
The next second!
The overwhelming tide, bearing a will to shred everything, was about to engulf Fang Qingyu...
Whether it was the low-tier shadow hounds, rotten poison flies, or rock puppets!
Or the middle-tier iron-devouring ghost variants, shadow spinners!
Even those mountain trolls exuding terrifying pressure and the at mountain poisonous miasma spewing toxic mist!
Their movents, their howls, their ferocity...
Ca to an abrupt halt the mont the "Divine Judgnt Celestial Attraction" will descended!
As if an invisible giant hand clutched their throats, pressing the pause button!
Next!
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Countless thread-like yet extrely condensed black lines dropped silently from the center of the gigantic black vortex like living chains of law!
Connecting precisely, instantly to the core positions of each life ghost below!
Whether it was the rotten poison flies flying in the sky, the shadow hounds and mountain trolls running on land, or the shadow spinners lurking in the shadows!
Without exception!
The fine black lines, like puppet strings, tightly connected them with that apocalyptic black vortex!
Then——
Lift!
No struggle! No resistance! Not a hint of hesitation!
At the mont Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan pierced through the force field barrier and reentered this purgatory battlefield!
Under their appalled and suffocating gazes!
The terrifying life ghost tide, vast in numbers enough to instantly drown an army!
Like the most devout believers hearing the call of their final destination!
Or puppets executing a supre directive!
Maintaining their previous stances of charging, biting, and roaring, their bodies defied physical laws, as if losing weight, pulled by countless black lines, silently, eerily, madly headed for that gigantic dark vortex in the sky!
Soaring backwards!
The shadow hounds’ limbs stiffened, fangs bared, yet ascended as if on a pilgrimage!
Rotten poison flies suspended their wings, venom dripping, yet unhesitatingly hurled towards darkness!
The rock puppets’ heavy bodies defied gravity, clumsily yet firmly rising!
The iron-devouring ghosts’ tallic armor reflected the vortex’s eerie light, like weary birds returning to nest!
The mountain trolls’ crimson eyes shed violence, leaving only an uncanny emptiness and compliance!
The at mountain poisonous miasma’s writhing tumor body, spewing toxic mist, yet ek as a lamb coming ho!
The shadow spinners’ thick shadows twisted under the light, pain crystals flickering, yet unable to stop the ascending trend...
And even more countless life ghosts, dragged by black law lines, like rivers converging into the sea, or moths to a fla, silently, devoutly surged towards that all-devouring black vortex!
No roar, no struggle, only a chilling, dead silent order!
This scene, uncanny! Astonishing! Reality-shattering!
Enough to shatter any witness’s spirit instantly!
"What... what the hell... is this?!"
Chu Kuanglan’s mouth gaped wide, his jaw almost dislocating, his knife falling to the ground with a clatter, oblivious.
Lu Jiuyuan’s hand holding the knife trembled violently, his pupils dilated to the limit, as if witnessing the most unbelievable nightmare of the world.
Wei Banng’s cold face lost all color for the first ti, lips trembling slightly, those usually calm eyes now filled with absolute shock, bewildernt, and a hint of... fear?
This was by no ans the power of a martial artist! Nor the domain of divine cultists!
This... this seed more like... a god’s judgnt and reclamation of mortals!?
And amidst this extre oddity, soul-shocking spectacle!
The vajra Buddha, enormous as a mountain, its giant eyes burning with glowing green ghost fire, stared intently at the black vortex devouring its "subjects," at the small figure suspended below the vortex, like a master of darkness.
The bizarre smile weaving compassion and sinisterness on its face stiffened completely for the first ti!
Replaced by a mix of extre rage, incredulity, and... a hint of fear buried deep within the soul!
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