Silence.
A deathly silence.
Apart from the howling cold wind, not a sound could be heard above the entire Suppression Abyss Great Wall.
The two human Martial Emperors, Qin Fuhai and Chu Zhan, stood there with their eyes wide, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
What had they just seen?
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor, high above all others and arrogant beyond measure—
had actually been injured?!
Drops of ink-black blood, radiating the terrifying pressure of a Demon Emperor, fell from the sky.
Every drop that struck the ground created a bottomless crater!
Although it was only a cut across his palm—a minor injury—
that was the Demon Emperor they were talking about!
The abyssal sovereign whose blood and qi approached two hundred billion, whose physical body was monstrously powerful beyond reason!
Who had injured him?!
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor stared fixedly at the wound in his palm, which stretched dozens of meters.
No blood gushed from it.
Instead, a layer of gray-black, deathly aura clung to his flesh like a bone-deep parasite, stubbornly entangling the wound and preventing it from healing!
“Annihilation…”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor’s voice trembled.
The arrogance and mockery that had filled his blood-red eyes were gone.
Only profound shock and apprehension remained.
He was stunned.
Utterly stunned.
The impact of that attack was rolling through his mind like a raging sea.
He understood all too well what it meant.
The attack had crossed an unimaginably vast distance.
It had pierced through an indestructible planar barrier.
It had even followed the faintest trace of his origin connection and tracked him backward!
After expending so much power over such a tremendous distance—
after being weakened layer by layer by the laws of space—
the attack had still managed to break through his defenses and injure his true body?!
He possessed nearly two hundred billion units of blood and qi. He was a peak Demon Emperor!
Even if the two human Martial Emperors before him joined forces, injuring him while he was at full strength would be no easy feat!
“This attack absolutely could not have come from Qin Fuhai and Chu Zhan!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor roared inwardly.
“This spear intent… this martial will that reduces all things to ruins…”
“It has already surpassed the stages of Subtlety, Manifestation, and Illumination!”
“It may even have surpassed Soul Forging!”
“It has faintly touched the threshold of Resonance!!!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor felt his scalp grow numb.
Martial will!
It was a realm the abyssal demons could never hope to reach.
The reason human martial artists could overcome stronger opponents despite their weakness was precisely this mysterious and profound martial will.
Anyone capable of comprehending such terrifying spear intent was undoubtedly an ancient monster who had lived for countless years and pushed the Way of the Spear to its absolute limit!
“The human race… definitely has more than two Martial Emperors!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor’s breathing grew heavy.
“There’s another one!”
“Another peerless Martial Emperor hiding in the shadows!”
“And this person is unquestionably powerful—extremely powerful!”
His mind raced as he began to construct one terrifying possibility after another.
“Even after crossing millions of miles and losing most of its power, the attack still injured me.”
“If that person’s true body were standing before me…”
“If he thrust that spear without holding anything back…”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor shuddered violently.
He did not dare continue imagining it.
That force would be terrifying enough to kill him instantly!
Three hundred billion in blood and qi?
Or four hundred billion?!
No—even that might not be the limit. Perhaps it was the legendary supreme existence who had touched the threshold of the Martial God realm!
The human race had actually hidden its strength this deeply!
“Black Heaven!”
“What happened?!”
Blood Prison Demon Emperor and Bone-Refining Demon Emperor also sensed that something was wrong.
They stared at the wound in the Black Heaven Demon Emperor’s palm—one that refused to heal—and their eyes nearly bulged from their heads.
“You’ve been injured?!”
A trace of fear colored Blood Prison Demon Emperor’s voice.
As fellow Demon Emperors, they knew exactly how abnormal Black Heaven’s physical body was.
What had just happened?
They had not sensed the presence of any enemy at all, yet Black Heaven had inexplicably begun to bleed!
“Who did this?!”
The spikes covering Bone-Refining Demon Emperor’s body stood rigidly on end. He looked around warily, as though facing a formidable enemy.
“Could this be a human trap?!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor clenched his teeth and said nothing.
His expression shifting between dark and pale, he stared at Qin Fuhai and Chu Zhan, who were wearing equally bewildered expressions.
“A trap…”
“This is absolutely a heaven-shaking trap!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor frantically analyzed the situation in his mind.
“We’re in danger.”
“They knew all along that a peerless Martial Emperor was waiting in hiding!”
“They deliberately lured the three of us into launching an all-out assault.”
“Then that hidden, terrifying expert would strike like a bolt of lightning and wipe us all out!!!”
At the thought of this, cold sweat broke out across the Black Heaven Demon Emperor’s back.
That had been close!
Far too close!
If he had not sent that sliver of his origin to the capital…
If that peerless Martial Emperor hiding in the shadows had not been forced to reveal his presence ahead of time because of the disturbance in the capital…
Once he, Blood Prison, and Bone-Refining had truly charged into the heartland of the human race, they would have had to face that terrifying Martial Emperor whose strength was unfathomable and who wielded Annihilation Spear Intent.
The three of them would certainly have perished there today!
“Withdraw!”
The Black Heaven Demon Emperor abruptly turned around and growled at Blood Prison and Bone-Refining.
“What?!”
Blood Prison Demon Emperor froze.
“Withdraw? We’ve brought our entire army here. Are we really just going to retreat?”
“Shut up!”
A flash of madness and fear crossed the Black Heaven Demon Emperor’s eyes.
“The human race has laid a trap!”
“They have a peerless Martial Emperor hidden among them—someone far stronger than you or me!”
“That attack just now was a warning!”
“If we don’t leave, none of us will make it back to the Abyss alive!”
At these words, Blood Prison Demon Emperor and Bone-Refining Demon Emperor trembled.
A hidden peerless Martial Emperor?!
Someone far stronger than them?!
Abyssal demons were selfish by nature, treating their own lives as priceless treasures.
The moment they heard there was a risk of death, they no longer cared about attacking the human defenses.
“Move!”
The three Demon Emperors did not hesitate in the slightest.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying pillars of blood-and-qi light instantly contracted.
Their enormous demonic forms surged backward like black water retreating with the tide, fleeing toward the abyssal passage at a speed ten times faster than when they had arrived!
In the blink of an eye, they vanished beyond the horizon of the Suppression Abyss Great Wall.
Only the vast leaden clouds, gray as death, remained behind, drifting slowly away in the cold wind.
Above the Suppression Abyss Great Wall, Qin Fuhai and Chu Zhan stared at each other.
They blinked at one another, their foreheads covered in enormous question marks.
“They… just ran?”
Chu Zhan scratched his head, his face filled with disbelief.
“Old Qin, what just happened?”
“Why did that old bastard Black Heaven suddenly get injured, then flee as if he’d seen a ghost?”
Qin Fuhai drew a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.
He gazed in the direction where the Black Heaven Demon Emperor had fled, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
“I don’t know.”
“But in that instant, I did sense an incomparably terrifying spear intent.”
“Even I felt my heart tremble before it.”
Qin Fuhai turned toward the heartland of the human race.
Toward the capital.
“Could it be…”
“Does our Great Xia truly have some reclusive senior expert who made a move from the shadows?”
The two men exchanged a glance, and both saw shock and relief in the other’s eyes.
Whatever the truth was—
the crisis had been averted.
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