"If you can't kill me, then my power will be endless. Even if you wipe out the black mist, what will happen? As long as I leave here, I can recover in a moment."
"The land of exile is his hunting ground, so why isn't it mine?"
"That's right." A cold light flashed through Youhuang's eyes: "So, I will suppress you here so that you can never leave again!"
"Shameless talk!"
The Son of the Abyss laughed wildly and said: "Just you? You are just an old and immortal waste. You have not been able to touch the threshold of the Lord for hundreds of millions of years, and you want to suppress me?"
Under Youhuang's control, the water of the Styx surged toward the dock from all directions, shrinking the black mist.
His tone was solemn: "Yes, I really can't do it with my own strength alone."
"But what about this dock?"
The moment the words fell, the dock that had not changed for hundreds of millions of years suddenly glowed with a faint white light, shrouding the black mist that had shrunk under the impact of the huge waves.
The son of the abyss changed his tone slightly: "Old guy, what do you want to do?"
Youhuang shouted in a deep voice: "Son of the Abyss, you have experienced endless years, countless reincarnations, and countless knowledge. Then you should know what kind of power this dock has?"
The Son of the Abyss's voice suddenly dropped, and he sneered: "I see, you want to seal me at this dock."
As he spoke, under the constant impact of the huge waves, the black mist transformed by the Son of the Abyss gradually sank towards the dock, as if it was absorbed by the dock.
Youhuang said solemnly: "This dock existed when the Styx was formed. It has experienced the impact of the Styx's water for countless billions of years without any wear and tear."
"Just because it contains the highest and deepest law of silence, all changes are silent in it."
"That is one of the two most powerful laws of the Lord Death."
"As long as you are sealed inside, what will happen even if you are immortal? It will take you tens of millions of years to escape?"
"Of course, you don't have to go tens of millions of years ago. Soon, after the Demon Lord has solved the Demon Soul Land, he can turn around and solve you."
"When you are sealed in the dock, where can you escape?"
A sinister sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Of course, you can also choose to die, give up yourself and be reborn as you have done countless times before."
"But now the entire Demon Soul Land's Demon Soul fragments are under the Demon Lord's induction and are closely connected to the Demon Lord's will."
"The moment you are resurrected, you will fall under the control of the Demon Lord."
"That is to say, no matter what you choose, you will only have one ending."
The voice of the Son of the Abyss has completely become filled with murderous intent.
"Humph, Lao Immortal, you really have a good idea."
"But, is it that simple?"
As the words fell, the shrinking black mist quickly condensed again and turned into the appearance of the Son of the Abyss.
The dark whirlpool opened beside him, which was the movement technique that had led Qin Yu to escape from the inner treasury of Emperor Tian.
However, Youhuang just snorted softly, and the vortex that had just been opened quickly collapsed.
"The talent of Dongxu Ancestral Dragon? If it were in the outside world, I really wouldn't be able to stop you, but in this Styx River, it's different."
"I have practiced here for countless years and have mastered the laws of space here to the extreme. Even the Cave Void Ancestral Dragon cannot escape into the void within the River Styx as long as I do not allow it."
"You have nowhere to run."
Youhuang's voice was vicissitudes of life: "You are the son of the abyss, a symbol of the memory and will of the devil."
"It just so happens that you haven't had the chance to become a true demon lord for countless years. This must be your fate."
A look of incomparable malice flashed across the handsome face of the Son of the Abyss for a moment.
"If I cannot become the Demon Lord, then it means that the Demon Lord should not have reappeared in the chaotic world. I am the only one who can control the abyss..."
Before he could finish his words, his body was blown away by Youhuang's palm falling from the sky, turning into black mist that filled the sky, and completely integrated into the dock.
Looking at the disappearing Son of the Abyss, You Huang murmured: "Only the Demon Lord... is the only destiny."
He slowly raised his hand and pressed down gently.
With this press, the surging waves of the Styx gradually subsided and returned to their previous appearance.
The dilapidated wharf, which has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years, still looks the same as before, as if nothing has happened.
Youhuang sighed softly and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, a faint and evil laughter sounded in his ears.
"Hmph, let me see what the real destiny is."
His vicissitudes of life suddenly changed, and he turned back and stared at the dock.
After a long time, his face turned completely gloomy, and he murmured: "It's just an empty shell... Has it escaped? When was it?"
At his level, deducing cause and effect and looking back in time are just a matter of effort. Scenes flashed through Youhuang's deep eyes, and finally they were fixed in one place.
That was the scene when the two of them fought before, when Youhuang easily tore off the limbs of the Son of the Abyss and blew him away.
The torn limbs were thrown out by him at will and fell into the River Styx.
"I see……"
Youhuang's eyes flashed: "The limbs are actually the body."
The Son of the Abyss has no soul and no body. The so-called body is just a skin that can be manifested at will with a thought.
His true body is a fragment of the resurrected demon soul.
Whether it is a limb or a body, even a finger, a bone, or even a hair, it can all be the body.
During the previous fight with Youhuang, the Son of the Abyss had transferred the demon soul fragments of his body into his limbs, and took advantage of Youhuang's opportunity to tear them off, and escaped into the River Styx.
And what's left is just an empty shell he built with his demonic energy.
"I didn't expect that you still escaped."
Youhuang's vicissitudes of life stared at the rushing River Styx: "But if you can escape for a while, what's the use?"
"The power of the Demon Lord is already irresistible."
He waved his sleeves, turned around and left, disappearing into the boundless darkness.
…
A few days later, Huangquantian was within sight.
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me."
Youhuang bowed in mid-air, and in the void in front of him, a figure sat cross-legged, dressed in black, with long black hair hanging behind him, exuding bursts of demonic energy, and his left eye emitted a heart-stopping shimmer. It was "
Qin Yu".
"So that's the case, should we let him escape?"
Faced with Youhuang's report, "Qin Yu" seemed unconcerned.
"Forget it, just run away if you can."
An evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I didn't want you to deal with him now."
