The sword projection was like a wave, causing the ground to quake violently. Cracks were rapidly spreading across the entire hall, and after the span of less than a second, the hall exploded.

It was like the collapse of the entire world, and the only thing that could be seen was the pristine sword projection at the center. Qin Ye had met many death gods, but this was only the second time he had faced the power of a death god all on his own. The first time was when he had faced Tsar Peter the Great, and at the time, Peter had harbored some reservations that prevented him from unleashing his full power. In the face of a death god that was attacking him without any inhibitions, he finally came to realize just how insurmountable the gulf between an Abyssal Prefect and a Yama-King was.

The sword projection rapidly expanded in his field of vision, resembling a scorching sun or a pristine moon. He desperately wanted to reach for his Abyssal Prefect's token or to move his finger to summon Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin to shield him, however...

He was unable to do it!

He was completely immobilized. The sword projection had sliced through illusion and reality, striking him with a sense of asphyxiation and completely paralyzing him. He was biting down on his lower lip so hard that his teeth were drawing blood, but he could only look on helplessly as the sword projection continued to approach him. At this point, it was less than five meters away!

Is this the end...

A sense of powerlessness and indignation welled up in his heart, and even at this moment, he didn't relinquish his resistance....