In the desolate expanse of the Devil Realm's outer ring, a lone figure tore through the ashen void, his form wreathed in a shroud of flickering darkness that spat embers like dying stars. The barren planets below blurred into a smudge of obsidian and rust—a celestial graveyard whipping past as he hurtled forward, His speed defied reason—edges of his silhouette blurring as he neared the transcendent velocity of a Void Transformation Realm cultivator.
Yet even this impossible speed wasn't enough. Behind him, twin shadows materialized in his wake, their outlines warping reality itself.
"Yang Wu, there's no escape for you today."
"Senior Brother Li is correct. Just surrender, and we'll make it quick," one of the figures sneered.
Yang Wu, glancing at the two black-robed figures in pursuit, couldn't suppress a loud curse.
