As the tip of Yan Xiao's spear pierced the fissure in the Darkness Core, a piercing shriek echoed like the agonized cry of the God of Darkness through the entire space, making everyone's eardrums ache. The Darkness Core trembled violently, resembling a massive iceberg on the verge of collapse. With the spearhead as its center, cracks spread rapidly in all directions like a black spiderweb.
The Dark Power surrounding the Darkness Core seemed to go mad as monstrous black waves surged even more fiercely toward the crowd, every wave appearing to be forged from the lingering grudges of countless Dark Creatures. The black tentacles grew even more violent, thrashing wildly as they lashed out at Yan Xiao and his surrounding companions. Wherever the tentacles passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp, howling sound, resembling a mournful dirge for the end of the world.
Yan Xiao gripped his long spear tightly, feeling the powerful suction pulling from the Darkness Core, attempting to drag his entire body into that endless abyss of darkness. His feet sank deep into the ground, leaving two deep trenches behind as he stood like an ancient giant tree rooted in the earth, stubbornly resisting this terrifying force. Yaoyang Sacred Glory surged endlessly within his body, golden light seeping from every pore as he engaged in a life-or-death battle against the Dark Power. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his eyes burned with an undaunted flame—a testament to his unyielding will against t…
Chapter 134