Black flames enveloped Heavenly Master Wang like armor. This chaotic power was forcibly constrained by him. The armor was breaking apart at every moment, like a set of old gear that hadn't been mended in decades, releasing many black sparks with the slightest movement. He roared, demanding of Ai Changyuan, "Let's see how you dodge this!"
Every inch of the island was enveloped in his laws. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the island was collapsing. Some of it was transformed into meaningless energy, while some was assimilated into a mysterious divine power. The spiritual essence was being destroyed, and the orderly nature of the cosmos was rapidly declining.
There was no sense of ghosts and goblins here, no way to hear the cries of the hidden spirits or see vague ghostly shadows. No one could feel an ounce of strange or chaotic energy here because demons and ghosts could not survive in this place.
This was absolute tranquility, absolute silence.
