However, all the injuries were on his chest and abdomen. His back was unscathed.
"Kill—"
Sensing Han Muye's prying, the black-armored phantom shouted and rushed over.
Han Muye stabbed out with his sword and hit the black armor, unscathed.
He moved and turned to crash into the black mountain range below.
It was a mountain with a faint illusory shadow.
There were countless such mountains at the bottom of the Heavenly Abyss.
Ruins Realm.
Han Muye landed on the mountain and instantly fused into it.
The battle puppet behind him hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
"Pa!"
The black-armored phantom punched down and collided with the illusory black mountain range, causing a loud bang.
The Ruins Realm was formed by the power of death and other calamities that had yet to disappear, fusing with the obsession of the soul of a mighty figure.