The shattered void was like a broken mirror, its countless fragments piecing themselves back together, striving to restore their former wholeness.
The void was a space that could be seen yet never touched. With enough power, one could tear cracks in it, even shatter it entirely, plunging everything into pitch-black darkness.
But no matter how violently you battered the void into fragments, it would quickly mend itself. This phenomenon was wondrous, yet utterly inexplicable.
One could say that although the void could not be felt by hand, it could in fact be reached. It seemed to possess a threshold — as long as your power surpassed that threshold, it would shatter. Yet because of its tremendous regenerative ability, the void could never truly be destroyed.
You might flatten a vast mountain range with a single palm strike, scatter endless white clouds with one punch, or halt a raging river with a single stomp — but almost no one could truly destroy the void.
Just like the ocean below at this very moment. The earlier battle had ravaged both the sea and the void equally. The void had already restored itself, but the boundless ocean still churned and boiled, steam rising to the heavens. The sea level had dropped by several hundred meters compared to before the battle, and in shallower areas the mud and sand of the seafloor had already been exposed.
Even in areas where the water had not fully receded, massive corpses floated upon the surface — the bodies of sea beasts. Though they had been hiding beneath the waves, they clearly had not escaped unscathed, crushed to death by the power of the Heaven-Burning Serpent Formation.
"Chu Feng!"
"Chu Feng!"
"Chu Feng…"
Regardless of what had become of heaven and earth in this place, the name that filled every corner of the world right now was Chu Feng's.
Nearly everyone present was shouting Chu Feng's name. Even the onlookers cheered again and again, hearts pounding with excitement.
Because in the distance, above the battlefield, Chu Feng still stood suspended in the sky. As for Huangfu Haoyue, he was clutching his head with both hands, half-kneeling in midair, the murderous aura about him completely gone. His body trembled slightly — like a tiger with its fangs pulled out, utterly devoid of any threat, so terrified of his opponent that he shuddered uncontrollably.
Huangfu Haoyue, once the greatest genius of the Eastern Ocean, had been defeated by Chu Feng.
As for Murong Mingtian, he now floated in the sky with his eyes still open — open extremely wide — his mouth agape, his face frozen in an expression of terror and unwillingness. The sight was rather horrifying.
But at this moment he no longer drew breath. A ghastly wound spanned his chest, cutting deep into his body and destroying everything within — including his dantian.
Not only had his internal organs been obliterated, but his very essence was now being siphoned away. That was right — Chu Feng had not only slain Murong Mingtian, this centuries-old monster, but was now extracting his essence: the essence of a Seventh-rank Martial King.
Murong Mingtian was defeated. The Immortal Execution Archipelago was gone. Even the three great demon tribes had been wiped out. And all of this had been accomplished by Chu Feng's hand.
But the crowd's jubilation was not merely because Chu Feng had won this battle. The spectators were not simply trying to flatter him — they shouted from the depths of their hearts, cheering for Chu Feng with all their might.
Because Chu Feng had not only won this victory; he had saved every single one of their lives. Given the dire situation moments earlier, if Chu Feng had not intervened, Huangfu Haoyue could have used that Heaven-Burning Serpent Formation to incinerate every last person present to ashes.
"Egg, you have to hang in there. Look — I'm absorbing Murong Mingtian's essence for you. He was a Seventh-rank Martial King. Once you refine his essence, your cultivation will surge dramatically. You're supposed to be the toughest girl there is, aren't you? You have to hold on!"
But no matter how passionately the cheers and shouts rang out around him, Chu Feng's brows were tightly knitted, his expression grim to an extreme. Those eyes of his — always so resolute and piercing — now flickered unsteadily, having lost their customary composure. He was panicking.
Though he had won this battle, he had paid a devastating price. Not only was Egg unconscious and unresponsive, but he himself had sustained injuries invisible to the naked eye — severe injuries.