The man was devouring, but the system was in the primordial world.

"Cosmic level... can it really be this strong?"

A cosmic-level powerhouse who sensed the commotion of the great battle and peeked out from within the capital city swallowed hard.

"That's the pinnacle of the universe!"

Another figure wearing the crimson wave emblem shook his head, "Such profound understanding of the domain could lead to a breakthrough to the Domain Lord level at any moment. If one were to comprehend the laws ahead of time..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant.

Realm Lord!!!

Having the eighth level of cosmic-level comprehension indicates exceptional talent. Unless such a person perishes due to some unexpected event, breaking through to the realm master level is inevitable.

And this person...

"Is he from the Dark Corner Clan?"

"I really didn't expect that the Dark Corner Clan's patriarch, who is at the peak of the Domain Lord level, hasn't even broken through yet, but his clansmen have already made a chance. If a World Lord can emerge from them, the Dark Corner Clan might be able to occupy a place in the entire Cui Lang Empire."

This viewpoint was unanimously agreed upon by everyone.

Of course, even though White Cretaceous currently holds the advantage, they don't believe the other five domain lords will die here.

The two sides are evenly matched in terms of combat strength, so a life-or-death struggle would be pointless.

If they were on the other side, they would rather negotiate peace with several domain lords than waste a great opportunity on some pointless battles.

……

"He has methods that can penetrate attacks!"

The hunched old man rose from afar, quickly flew back to his original position, and wore a long-lost solemn expression on his face. "It's an alternative application of the Earth Domain—"

"The fluctuations should affect the space."

Suddenly, a burly man holding a heavy hammer spoke up.

"I also comprehend the Earth Domain, that sense of repulsion... I can't reach his level yet."

It's normal to not be able to do it!

If a sixth-level Earth Domain can catch up with an eighth-level one, then the understanding of laws will not become one of the decisive factors affecting combat power.

The question is how to deal with it—

"Is there any way to restrain him?"

"You guys take the lead in the attack, and I'll coordinate with you. Perhaps..."

Swish! Swish!! Swish...

Before the major domain lords could complete their mental communication, a series of silver lights flew out from Bai'e's body.

The strange primal force combined with mental power, and the two worked together to condense all sorts of moons beside him: new moon, crescent moon, waxing crescent moon, full moon... Countless moonlights intertwined to form a hazy mist, as if dressing chalk in a veil.

The domain lords immediately became wary.

What is this?

That kid from the Dark Corner Clan is too unpredictable; if he's allowed to continue like this...

"Do it!!!"

Five streaks of light shot forward again.

As the two sides drew closer, a sword and a blade, combined with a rapidly solidifying layer of surging yellow light, one sharp and the other heavy, slowed down even Bai Cha's earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique for escaping/traveling).

The gray torrent was rapidly approaching from behind.

In the shadows, a faint shadow drew a pair of sharp military daggers from the World Ring and attacked silently.

Faced with this impending deadly crisis, Bai'e seemed to 'stop resisting', and with a single hand gesture, he fell heavily downwards in front of him.

"boom--"

A vast burst of silver light erupted.

In the darkness, it seemed as if one after another, large moons were falling from the cloud-covered sky, containing both soul attacks and material attacks containing the laws of light. The five domain lords landed in a sorry state, and they could still feel a sharp pain in their minds. They immediately looked up and stared at Bai'e in disbelief.

"This is...this is...this is a soul attack..."

"Hiss... He's not a cosmic-level being, so why is his soul attack so powerful...?"

Immediately, everyone looked at the hunched old man.

Because he is a mentalist, his resistance to illusions is stronger than that of martial artists when their willpower is equal, and his condition is better than that of the other major domain lords.

"It's a psychic amplitude... such a high psychic amplitude, almost exceeding 80 times the amplitude."

"But what is this secret technique?"

"You all noticed it too, didn't you—that attack just now included both spiritual and material elements... Oh no!!!"

Realizing that something seemed amiss, the hunchbacked old man rushed out quickly.

Beneath his feet, a sharp shuttle rapidly flashed with light, and an invisible storm propelled his body away from the chalk.

"Get back inside!"

Swah——

A silver beam of light descended from the sky, from which chains flew out, each with its own pattern, instantly binding the hunchbacked old man's limbs.

Then, the other four domain owners received the same treatment.

These silver chains seem to possess some extremely strange power, capable of suppressing the soul and restricting the body, often requiring immense effort to have even the slightest chance of breaking free.

But they dared not stop.

The chalk above was preparing some unknown method, continuously drawing out the primal force and mental energy within its body, forming mirror-like surfaces on its sides, through which countless rays of light shuttled, and the brewing fluctuations grew increasingly powerful.

"Walk!!!"

The domain lord with dark markings on his face was the first to break free of his restraints, but ignored the others and fled alone, shouting in utter horror, "It's a beam of light..."

"Boom!"

All the shouts vanished in an instant.

An incredibly terrifying beam of light, carrying an equally terrifying mental fluctuation, fell from the sky, causing the eyes of several domain lords to roll back instantly.

The silver mirror surface that followed was like a nail, deeply embedded in the ground, repeating endlessly, weaving together a hazy illusion.

Wealth, fine wine, power, feasting...

The figure, enveloped in moonlight, outlined the desires in their hearts. The dream, high above the throne, though empty, instantly struck a chord with the hearts of the group. Their already weak defenses were immediately overwhelmed by the powerful penetration, and they were trapped in this dream, a mirage.

Suddenly, the expression on the white chalk changed.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the burly man whose face was contorted with rage and whose eyes seemed about to open. He took a step forward and accurately struck the man's body, shattering his life core.

"Boom!!!!"

Blood mixed with shattered body parts exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

One person died.

The "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" technique, which combines physical and spiritual attacks, seems to have a strong pull and can even use laws to compensate for the shortcomings of the soul, but it has a significant drawback—it cannot be sensed.

Of course, it doesn't mean that they can't sense their servants after being enslaved.

Instead, during the entire process of soul enslavement, it is impossible to deeply sense the other person's situation.

Therefore, now, if a powerful individual is found to have broken free from the illusion, White Cree has no choice but to kill them.

However, what's a bit strange is that even though the hunched old man was the real spiritual master, his ability to resist soul techniques was actually inferior to that of the burly man from before.

"What a piece of trash!"

Bai'e cursed under his breath with a hint of disdain, his gaze fixed firmly on the crowd.

However, nothing like that happened.

After the burly man he killed, no other domain lord showed any sign of breaking free from the illusion.

And then the connection of souls is established.

The chalk, which had been patiently waiting for a long time, finally heard the sound it wanted to hear.

"Grey Calamity... Thousand Edges... Amara... Shadow—Greetings, Master."