The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

The severed arm fell to the ground of the Palace of the Stars, making an unusually crisp sound.

This declares a fact.

The curse king's hand seal has been broken.

The moment the palm print was destroyed, the cutting sound subsided considerably. The storm-like slashes, having lost the support of the complete hand seal, finally showed signs of fatigue.

The invisible blades began to sparse and disordered, no longer possessing the suffocating oppressive feeling they had before, and the humming of the bone shrine also became low and intermittent.

Mo Xuluo was finally able to stand up again after being pressed to the ground.

The pale demon slowly propped up its broken body.

The crisscrossing, deep cuts, revealing the bone, began to heal at a visible speed.

The edges of the rolled-up flesh reattached, bone fragments reassembled internally, and severed meridians reconnected as if they were alive.

As the body is constantly reconstructed, those scars disappear as if they never existed, replaced by more resilient new tissue.

Its vitality is steadily recovering.

The Divine General of the Different Rings.

Awakening again.

Click—

The crisp sound of the wheel reverberated once again throughout the Hongxing Palace.

With an undeniable certainty, like the hands of a clock finally reaching the correct mark, finally snapping into their proper position.

It was a declaration to everyone on the battlefield.

They should all pay attention to them.

Peak of the third stage of transformation!!!

Demon Void has already entered the third stage!

Lu Ziyun looked at the Demon Void Luo who had stood up again, at the Dharma Wheel slowly rotating above the pale demon's head, and at the wounds on its body that had completely healed.

That body, on the verge of collapse, finally found a sliver of comfort.

Lu Ziyun's life force was still rapidly slipping away like quicksand, but none of that mattered anymore.

He successfully protected Moxu Luo. He did not disappoint Fukuro Megumi's expectations of him.

"Kuro!"

Lu Ziyun's shouts resounded throughout the Hongxing Palace.

The shouts were tinged with exhaustion, relief, and the heartfelt pride of a soldier who had accomplished his mission.

And this isn't the only good news.

The piercing wound, seemingly caused by an electric charge, was so severe that it brought the [Demon-Subduing Chef] to a halt.

The shrine, built of bones, began to crack extensively after it lost its continuous supply of magical power.

It turned into a pile of broken bones and dust, scattered by the wind.

"The slashing attack has stopped!"

Inside the domain barrier, Fuhei realized that Su Nuo's attack had stopped. He could feel that the invisible blades had dissipated, and he instantly withdrew his domain.

The surging shadows receded beneath his feet like the receding tide, returning to silence once more.

Together with Uruga, they rushed out of the area, their feet landing on the ravaged ground, raising a cloud of dust.

We also saw Lu Ziyun and Mo Xuluo still standing on the battlefield!

At that moment, an indescribable emotion welled up in Fu Hei's heart, and that famous saying, which had resonated throughout the ages, surged forth from Fu Hei's chest once again—

"We will win!!!"

The Falun is spinning steadily, emitting a reassuring light.

however.

Su Nuo's mocking laughter, tinged with a condescending amusement, rang out again at this moment.

"You don't really think so."

"You're about to win."

Fu Hei suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

The King of Curses was standing on the ruins not far away. The severed arm that Lu Ziyun had ripped off was now perfectly reattached to his shoulder.

His fingertips gathered again, but he made a completely different palm gesture than before.

"open--"

Su Nuo softly uttered the incantation.

The shattered building materials, the stone and wood chips cut into dust, now floated like invisible clouds in every corner of the Hōsei Palace.

Whether it was the nearby Moxu Luo or the distant Fuhei and Wulu, they were all included within the dust's coverage area.

That was a foreshadowing that Su Nuo had planted from the very beginning.

It is the fuse for the [open] button.

The orange-red light flickered gently at his fingertips, like a flower bud about to bloom, and the flames appeared particularly dazzling in the dimly lit Palace of Death.

The light and shadow on Su Nuo's face were intermittent, making him look like a god rising from hell.

With a composed demeanor and an arrogant air of supreme authority, he fixed his gaze on the crowd below.

"The game should end now."

The flames slowly advanced forward, with an unstoppable momentum, plunging into the misty dust.

"You are all just ordinary people born in an era without me."

Su Nuo slightly opened his mouth, bringing this farce to a close.

A godlike indifference is both pity for ants and judgment upon them.