Faced with the fierce, oncoming blade, the Spirit of the End merely raised two fingers and nonchalantly caught the edge.
Mottled rust spread across the blade at a visible rate. In the blink of an eye, the peerless blade was covered in corrosion. With a light squeeze, it crumbled like a withered petal.
The Spirit of the End scoffed.
"Is that so?"
As if the gates to Hell had been thrown open, chaos and blasphemy erupted in an endless tide of darkness, mercilessly engulfing the shining soul before it.
The wretched screams and mournful cries of countless departed souls exploded in Zhou Chen's ears. A sea of despair and pain flooded his soul, savagely tearing at his consciousness. The corrupting power from the Abyss rapidly eroded his soul, dragging him down into Hell.
"Ah… it's been a while since I've felt this…"
Zhou Chen panted, a smile on his face that unsettled the Spirit of the End.
