Within the projection space of the Cosmic Furnace, Monaye had been driven to a dead end. The repeated distortions of the folded space followed no discernible pattern, and each disruption felt like invisible millstones grinding everything within, worsening Monaye's injuries.
He gritted his teeth and endured without a sound.
Outside, Sovereign
He had done everything he could — both what should have been done and what shouldn't have. If Monaye was destined to perish here, there was nothing he could do about it. It was simply a shame to lose such a capable subordinate.
He had no idea how much time had passed before
Though Monaye had been struggling to survive, he hadn't let his guard down against Yang Kai in the slightest. The instant he saw Yang Kai move, he was already on high alert.
The moment the Azure Dragon Spear lanced out, Monaye spun around, frantically channeling the Power of the Mo, and threw a devastating punch.
His full-force punch blocked the phantom strike from behind. Where the two forces collided, the void collapsed violently for an instant. Yang Kai drifted backward lightly, while Monaye's arm hung low, Mo Blood dripping from his knuckles…
Though he had blocked Yang Kai's attack, he still couldn't avoid sustaining a minor wound.
"Heh…" Yang Kai chuckled softly, continuing to manipulate the hidden true body of the Cosmic Furnace to further destabilize the projection space, making the tremors and distortions ever more violent. His expression remained leisurely, unhurried.
Strike after strike, Monaye's injuries accumulated steadily. Though this Mo false sovereign also wanted to track Yang Kai's position, the treacherous environment here made it utterly impossible. Against Yang Kai's repeated ambushes, all he could do was defend passively.
This was the very essence of death by a thousand cuts.
Within this projection space, Monaye possessed strength far surpassing Yang Kai's, yet he couldn't put it to use. He could only let Yang Kai gradually grind away his vitality, spirit, and resolve, bit by bit. When the limit was reached, Yang Kai would surely unleash a killing blow to finish him off.
Monaye knew this perfectly well, yet he was powerless to change anything. He could only cling to survival, his heart burning with humiliation and helplessness.
At some point, Yang Kai, who had been continuously exerting himself, suddenly furrowed his brow. His manipulation of the Dao of Space involuntarily slowed. That sensation had appeared again — if he continued like this, something beyond his control might very well occur…
And with the emergence of this sensation, Yang Kai clearly perceived that his connection to the true body of the Cosmic Furnace had strengthened considerably.
The reason he could make this projection space tremble ceaselessly was through the profound mystery of the Bull-Striking Secret Art — tracing back to the source, reaching out to influence the true body of the Cosmic Furnace.
The more violently the space here trembled, the more precisely he could locate the Cosmic Furnace's true body. Conversely, the tighter his connection to the true body, the easier it was to make the space here quake. The two were intimately linked.
What exactly might spiral out of control, Yang Kai couldn't say. But the strengthening connection to the Cosmic Furnace's true body was probably not a bad thing — perhaps he could use this to determine where the furnace was hidden.
Moreover, Monaye's injuries were now grave. With just a bit more effort, he would have the chance to finish him off for good!
So though he sensed something was amiss, Yang Kai didn't stop what he was doing. After only a brief hesitation, he drove his Dao of Space even more fiercely.
Sure enough, his connection to the Cosmic Furnace's true body grew tighter still, making the spatial tremors here several degrees more violent.
Monaye's expression shifted slightly. He clearly felt the changes in this place, but was powerless to affect them. Facing the churning grind of the folded spaces, all he could do was dodge and weave as best he could…
Suddenly, the folded spaces surged like boiling water, the layers of space overlapping and intertwining completely. From the outside, the void within the projection space had become grotesquely distorted and abnormal, like irregular shards of broken mirror embedded within.
Monaye's figure, visible to the Mo Clan powerhouses outside, was no longer a coherent whole — his head might be in one location, his torso in another, his arm in a third…
The Domain Lords couldn't tell whether what they were seeing was a visual artifact of the spatial warping or reality itself. If it was merely an illusion created by the spatial distortion, that would be one thing. But if it was real, then Monaye was dead for certain.
And it wasn't just Monaye — when the Mo Clan powerhouses looked toward Yang Kai's side, they saw the same thing!
Yang Kai's entire body had been split into over a dozen pieces, scattered across different sections of the folded space.
The spectacle was so bizarre that even the Domain Lords let out cries of shock.
Within the space, Monaye convulsed as if struck by lightning. He vomited a mouthful of Mo Blood, countless new wounds having appeared across his body, and he felt as though he was about to explode.