As the words left Si Junyi's lips, the battered form of the Hell Asura began to writhe in agony. Its obsidian armor, once a testament to its strength, cracked and shattered, revealing a pulsating core of inky blackness beneath.
The blackness grew, spreading outwards, consuming the remaining asura flesh until it formed a swirling vortex of pure, unadulterated death energy.
The air crackled with an unnatural electricity, the very stones of the tomb groaning in protest.
Zhan You felt a primal fear grip him for the first time in millennia. This wasn't the raw, chaotic energy of the asuras.
This was something far older, far more terrifying – the Great Law of Death, a power wielded only by entities beyond the god realm.
Zhan You reacted with lightning speed, the primal fear momentarily replaced by the instinct honed over eons of battles.
