He hadn’t even finished speaking.
A faint shimr of light streaked through the void. The head of the man in the black trench coat tumbled from his neck.
He didn’t even have ti to react. His severed head still bore an expression of profound shock and disbelief as it fell.
However, the other man—the one with gray eyes—reacted instantly.
Without the slightest hesitation, the mont the black-coated man’s head was severed, he lunged forward in a desperate attempt to flee.
But he didn’t even make it a millisecond before his body disintegrated, collapsing like a pile of falling blocks.
Their corpses, severed limbs, and blood were suspended in mid-air by an unseen force, as if frozen within transparent amber.
Then, just as quickly, they were all sucked into an invisible pocket by so power.
The next second, a figure stepped out of the void.
Her beautiful, pale purple eyes casually scanned her surroundings. Sensing no lingering auras, Yu Wentong walked over to where the Space Energy fluctuation had just erupted.
She simply waved her hand in the air, as if unzipping an invisible zipper.
The spatial rift that had vanished earlier reappeared under Yu Wentong’s touch, this ti many tis larger than before.
Powerful and extrely unstable energy fluctuations emanated from the spatial rift.
Yu Wentong narrowed her eyes and quickly stepped inside.
Within the hidden space, Roya’s body was contorted into various grotesque angles, no longer resembling a human form. With great effort, he bit down hard, shattering a small, bright silver tallic box similar to a lighter with his teeth.
The mont the silver tallic box shattered, the entire hidden space beca extrely unstable.
Large, black rifts appeared in the void at the edges of the space, like paint peeling from a crumbling wall. They rapidly collapsed inward toward the center.
This was Roya’s last resort.
Originally, he had intended to crush it outside the space after killing his target and making a clean getaway.
Then, the entire hidden space would rapidly collapse, returning to nothingness, becoming a true "tomb" that could never be discovered.
Now, Roya was forced to use it prematurely. He didn’t even care about his own life anymore.
He just wanted his opponent to die!
He just wanted that terrifying monster who had kneaded and twisted him like clay countless tis to die!
To die together!
"Hahaha... Die! Let’s die together!"
"Let us be destroyed along with this space!"
After Roya crushed the self-destruct device of the hidden space, turning it into a true "tomb" with no exit, he began to laugh, his voice hysterical and crazed.
"CRACK!"
But his laughter was cut short. A large hand, wreathed in radiant flas, clamped down over his mouth, silencing him.
Roya couldn’t make a sound. His eyes bulged, filled with extre terror and mortification as he watched Lu Yuan slowly and deliberately stuff his backside into his own mouth.
"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—"
Lu Yuan used both hands, kneading Roya as if he were shaping clay, quickly molding him into a form resembling a wheel.
"The wheel of the sun chariot... just as you wished," Lu Yuan said softly, an indescribable gravity in his eyes.
The effect of "Three Flowers Gathering on Top" had pushed his "God" form to an unprecedented, terrifying height.
But as Roya had said, his modified body was made from the "Star Forged Material" of a Super God Level cha.
Although it was only "scrap material," its toughness far exceeded Lu Yuan’s estimations.
Of course, this was possibly because it was mixed with many precious extraterrestrial materials unknown to him.
His current, supre "God" form, when faced with this material bare-handed, could only distort it and alter its external shape, but not destroy its core.
"Perhaps I can try a spiritual attack..."
In the previous battle, Lu Yuan had primarily focused on venting his frustration and familiarizing himself with his dramatically increased combat power. He hadn’t deliberately tried to obliterate Roya.
With "Three Flowers Gathering on Top" active, his combat power had skyrocketed by a factor of 3x3x3—a full twenty-seven tis—above his "God" form’s baseline.
Lu Yuan’s Spiritual Power intensity had steadily reached Level 10.
In the depths of his mind, the golden speck representing his concentrated Spiritual Power had already swelled to the size of a ping-pong ball.
A vast surge of his Spiritual Power swept over Roya’s body...
Roya’s consciousness was effortlessly erased by Lu Yuan, like chalk writing wiped from a blackboard.
This ti, the wheel had truly beco just a wheel.
Lu Yuan couldn’t bring himself to discard the "scrap material" from the Super God Level cha, so he held it in his hand.
Roya was dead.
Lu Yuan’s crisis, however, was far from resolved.
The collapsing spatial "tomb" could be set aside for now... The greatest danger, in fact, ca from Lu Yuan himself.
"I’m about to break down..."
Lu Yuan glanced at the countdown tir in his vision; it had been stuck at "0" for a long ti. He then observed his current physical state and sighed softly to himself.
He was bathed in pure white flas. Black lightning crackled within his eyes. His shimring white hair drifted gently around him, each strand radiating a soft, mysterious glow.
In his current state, if he were called a "God"... people would probably believe it.
But only Lu Yuan knew he was uncontrollably hurtling towards a dead end.
The "Three Flowers Gathering on Top" state had stimulated his life energy to an unprecedented degree.
This was a level of power that he, having only surpassed the halfway mark of his second "Break the Limit" stage, was utterly incapable of withstanding.
The potential of every cell in his body was fully unleashed, burning and releasing energy without restraint.
He could not halt the continuation of this state.
His perfect second "Break the Limit" state—the "God" form—had not deactivated even when its countdown ended; it was as if the system had crashed.
The "Three Flowers Gathering on Top" state couldn’t be ended either.
The current Lu Yuan was like an inextinguishable fire.
He could only watch himself burn, bit by bit, until he turned into a pile of ash.
Lu Yuan spread out his hand, watching as tiny, beautiful specks of light drifted from the edges of his palm.
Those were his flesh cells, rapidly disintegrating and dying.
An indescribable feeling welled up in Lu Yuan’s heart.
He didn’t know why he lacked a strong will to live.
Gazing at the surrounding space, still collapsing and destined to beco a "tomb," Lu Yuan sat cross-legged in the void, holding the Roya brand wheel.
He felt that in the last monts of his life, he should contemplate sothing aningful.
Unfortunately, Lu Yuan couldn’t think of anything aningful yet.
Suddenly, the air before him ripped open.
A slender, perfect figure stepped out.
The woman who had suddenly appeared glanced around briefly, her gaze finally settling on Lu Yuan. A hint of faint surprise flickered in her beautiful eyes.
Then, with a SWISH, she appeared before him, her flawless, fair hand gently reaching for his face.
"Little Lu Yuan... you don’t look so good."
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