This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 45: Yang Mei is dead?

When the group reached the fifteenth step, the space marked with the paper figure.

Suddenly, fragments formed by spatial turbulence swept over them. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation, not to mention that they had no experience with it.

Fortunately, his body reacted quickly. Kunpeng pushed backward with both hands, and Xiyi Daoist and Hongjun Daoist who were following him were pushed away by Kunpeng.

"Whoosh!"

"Ouch, my back, ouch~"

The Kunpeng protected the two, effectively becoming their shield.

Two fragments of space, like flying knives, struck her waist and his right arm, respectively.

Like a sharp knife cutting into its own body, the piercing pain instantly numbed Kunpeng's nerves.

However, through his efforts, the three of them managed to exit the now completely altered fifteenth step space.

"Fellow Daoist? Fellow Daoist Kunpeng?"

Retreat to a safe position fourteen steps away.

Xi Yi Dao Ren and Hong Jun realized what was happening.

Thinking back on what just happened, I still feel lingering fear.

All I remember is entering the fifteenth step without any warning, and the space within that fifteenth step has undergone a tremendous change.

A pair of enormous, blood-red eyeballs occupied more than half of the space.

The blood-red eyeballs were no ordinary objects; their gaze was no longer an intangible visual sensation.

Instead, it consists of spatial fragments like flying knives, and wherever its gaze falls, it will suffer an attack from the flying knife fragments.

Those weren't real throwing knives, but rather fragments of shattered space.

These enormous, blood-red eyeballs can shatter space like turbulent currents.

Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng reacted quickly and pushed the two of them out. The two of them were unharmed, but Fellow Daoist Kunpeng seemed to be seriously injured.

More importantly... Fellow Daoist Yangmei?

He was a bit too far away from the three of them, and hadn't been pushed out by Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, so he was in danger.

This was the first time they had encountered such a situation, and the two of them were momentarily flustered and disoriented.

"It's alright, he won't die. Where's Yangmei? Where's Fellow Daoist Yangmei?"

Kunpeng endured the pain and stood up. He had been hit in the waist and right arm. It wasn't just a simple matter of being hit by a flying knife fragment; it also felt like being struck by a blunt object.

The most painful thing was that the two flying daggers didn't pierce his waist and right arm, but instead seemed to be embedded in his right arm and waist.

It shouldn't have happened. Such a powerful and heavy attack, coupled with its sharpness, would have had no difficulty piercing one's own body.

But after it entered my body, it stopped penetrating.

Instead, it is heading towards an even more terrifying state.

At this moment, it was as if two huge holes had appeared on Kunpeng's body, the kind that could be seen through.

It was a horrific sight, utterly appalling.

Even more terrifying was that the two fragments that should have pierced his body were embedded in his waist and right arm, and were slowly expanding and growing on their own.

It was as if they wanted to tear his body apart completely.

It was as if Kunpeng was no longer a living person, but a compressed painting, with two fragments separating him in terms of spatial dimensions.

"Fellow Daoist Yangmei did not come out."

Hongjun responded with concern.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, how are you?"

Hongjun saw the wounds on Kunpeng, where two large holes had been pierced, and asked worriedly.

"He won't die."

Kunpeng forced himself to speak despite his discomfort.

This isn't just a comforting remark; it's the truth.

His true feelings were that he was also very scared at first. Who isn't afraid of death?

Even if she dies, Xiao Yi can bring her back to life, but who wants to die?

As the two fragmented openings continued to expand his body, Kunpeng thought to himself, "It's over, it's over, am I going to die?"

But slowly, it became clear that... they couldn't die.

It was the power of the Void that was working again; the spatial turbulence wound that should have torn him into four pieces was being slowly assimilated by the power of the Void.

In other words, while the two openings were growing larger and tearing him apart, they were also being assimilated by the power of the Void.

This created a spiral cycle where everyone was chasing and competing with each other.

The speed at which the wound was torn apart was exactly the speed at which the power of the Void was assimilated into the Void.

It appeared that the two wounds on his body were wriggling and getting bigger, but they didn't get any bigger no matter how much they wriggled. The power of spatial tearing was also assimilated by the power of returning to the void.

The first instance was merely the bizarre ability of the armless, corpse-spotted old man who had returned to the void.

This time, even the physical spatial tear was assimilated by the Void.

Kunpeng once again felt the terrifying power of the concept of Returning to the Void.

Whether it's magical, physical, or even physical phenomena like spatial tearing, one's own power of returning to the void can assimilate it.

What's that saying again? — What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

This sentence became concrete at that moment.

As long as you can't kill yourself instantly, your body is like an unkillable black hole; it will assimilate all the damage and turn it into even stronger energy.

"You? This?"

Xi Yi looked at Kunpeng with worry, then glanced worriedly at Yang Mei, who hadn't come out yet.

If Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is in such a state, wouldn't Fellow Daoist Yangmei be in even greater danger?

Death is not a difficult issue for them to accept. Although none of them have ever died, as beings of innate divinity, they seem to have no fear of it.

It doesn't matter if they die; they can just be reborn.

This is something that Kunpeng, with his past life's mindset, cannot comprehend.

It can only be said that the nature of the world is different, which creates different concepts of life and death.

"Fellow Daoist, what's your wound?"

Hongjun felt uncomfortable seeing Kunpeng grimacing and scratching his teeth.

"It's alright, they're being assimilated by my special ability, so don't worry about me. But what about Fellow Daoist Yangmei?" Kunpeng said with concern.

Given my current state, could Yangmei really be dead?

Although the ability of those blood-red eyeballs is also a spatial ability, the two holes in his body are proof of that.

Yang Mei is also a big shot in the space industry.

But can that be the same?

Raising eyebrows is a spatial distortion caused by twisting the body, while the blood-red eyeball is a great mystery of true spatial ability; being locked onto by its gaze is like entering a turbulent current of spatial fragments.

They're all about space, but there's a big difference.

"You all wait here and don't move. I'm going to rescue Fellow Daoist Yangmei."

Kunpeng dared not delay. The longer they delayed, the lower Yangmei's chances of survival inside became, and he might even be finished by now.

"No, fellow Daoist, you must not be rash."

Xi Yi quickly stopped him.

"Yes, fellow Daoist, you must not be rash!"

Hongjun also offered his advice.

"Fellow Daoists, you can rest assured. Even when we were completely unprepared, we were able to pull you back. This time, we are prepared. At most, you will suffer some injuries, but you won't die... Even if you do die, I will crawl out and die. Don't worry."

Kunpeng spoke with unquestionable certainty.

It wasn't that he was taking a risk; he was genuinely confident.

The confidence comes from the belief that one is hard to die from, as long as one cannot be killed instantly.

I will get stronger and stronger as I fight.

It only has two holes, is that even a hole?

No, these are just two power banks that I carry with me.

Do you want to tear me apart?

You're still a bit short of a hole.

It won't be long before it is completely assimilated by the power of returning to the void.

It's the kind of process where you get stronger while simultaneously digesting the nutrients.

At this moment, in addition to enduring the pain, he could also feel his physical abilities becoming stronger as he was assimilated by the power of the Void Return.

It's even faster than the bizarre ability that was assimilated from the corpse-spotted, armless monster the day before yesterday.

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