Chapter 343
The tremors wracking the Heart Source Demonic Palace intensified as the giant hand continued to reach through. Blood surged faster through the veins lining the walls. The insect eggs drifting along those channels grew agitated, tiny eyes snapping open to peer toward the disturbance. The formless heavenly demon leaned out from the stairwell, watching Lin Hui with wary eyes, coiled to bolt at the first opportunity.
"Disciple... my good disciple..." Seven Extinctions' voice rolled continuously from the eye-shaped rift. "How could you bear to keep your master sealed in the Outer Domain for so many years?"
It was a deep voice, aged and suffused with warmth—yet beneath that warmth lay the coiled tension of a volcano on the edge of eruption. In the next instant, it seemed, everything could be swallowed in ruin.
Crack.
As Seven Extinctions thrust his second hand through, twisting fissures began to spiderweb across the walls of the Demonic Palace's first floor.
Three distinct, eerie, fragrant mists billowed outward, their concentration thickening rapidly. The Cold Palace Demonic Incense's dulling effect layered itself continuously over Seven Extinctions within the rift.
"Oh? You still have methods to slow me..." Seven Extinctions sounded genuinely surprised. "I truly underestimated you, my good disciple." He seized the edges of the rift with both hands and began hauling himself through.
"It's over... it's all over..." Fusheng trembled from the sidelines, unable to stop himself.
What disaster in this world could compare to being caught at one's absolute weakest by something of this magnitude?