As the Blood Moon fell, the vast mountain range spanning over eight thousand kilometers trembled violently. The residual law of shadow, once fused with the heavens and earth, rapidly dissipated, fading into nothingness.0

Amid the collapsing peaks and the sea of fire stretching over a thousand kilometers, Chen Chu stood tall, gripping his halberd. Thunderbolts crackled across his body, exuding a suffocating pressure.0

His golden-black vertical pupils, having consumed half of his void energy, gradually faded, while the dark-gray law patterns at the corners of his eyes slowly disappeared. His brows furrowed slightly.0

"These gods who have refined their divine region are truly troublesome."0

With his current strength, no ordinary mythical-level cultivator could withstand even a single full-powered strike from him at his solid peak.0

Even these late-stage mythical powerhouses would find their law-condensed true form shattered by a single blow. Within a few moves, he could obliterate their origin with the power of laws, defining death upon...0