Chapter 693: The Abyss of the Ancient Battlefield, Opportunity for the Nascent Soul

The world dissolved into a maelstrom of violent energy. Dante felt his body being torn apart and reassembled a thousand times a second. The spatial vortex generated by the dagger was not a gentle teleportation; it was a brutal, chaotic force that shredded the very fabric of reality. He lost all sense of direction, time, and self. All around him were the terrified screams of the other Void Realm masters, their powerful spiritual senses overwhelmed by the sheer pandemonium. Then, as abruptly as...