Chapter 264: Dance of Death

Wang Zhize's calm yet utterly arrogant thought was like a red‑hot iron stake, thrust mercilessly into the minds of the three "Calamity" Shadow Guards.

Beyond the Divine Realm, the gaunt old man's sunken eye sockets suddenly erupted with two clumps of gray flame.

"Looking for death!"

The two cold words echoed through the void.

He made no further probing; his hands flickered rapidly before his chest, forming a bewilderingly intricate sigil. In an instant, he seemed to become a gray source, and endless Withering law power surged from his body!

It was neither magical energy nor spiritual Qi, but a more primal, more vicious concept.

Countless gray‑white runes materialized out of thin air, twisting and intertwining into billions of filaments too fine for the naked eye, like living poisonous snakes, densely crawling toward the nascent Divine Realm of Wang Zhize.

These "death spirit lines" moved silently, without impact or explosion. Their target was not the outer wall of the Divine Realm but the world's "vitality".

They intended to spread like the most dreadful cancer cells, from the level of law, causing the world to rot and decay from its foundation, ultimately turning into a lifeless mire.

At the same time, the void woman shrouded in a black cloak also moved.

She merely lifted her chin slightly, parting her red lips to emit a string of silent syllables.

"Hum……"

A whisper that could not be heard by ears yet made every spirit shudder instantly enveloped the entire Divine Realm. The sound acted directly upon the concept of "existence" itself, telling the world: you should not exist, you are an error, you ought to disappear.

The borders of the Divine Realm began to blur and become illusory, as if they could be ripped away from reality at any moment.

And the burly strong man's action was the most direct.

"Ha!"

A roar shook the surrounding void into ripples. He condensed the pure "Heavy Pressure" law into his fists and unleashed a storm‑like barrage upon the same spot in the Divine Realm where his previous punch imprint had struck.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Each heavy blow made the entire Divine Realm quake violently.

Three attacks, three laws, from the inner, middle, and outer layers, launched a killing blow against this newborn world!

Within the Divine Realm.

Heaven trembles, earth quakes.

Wang Zhize sat cross‑legged at the world's center, his complexion turning slightly pale for the first time.

Pressure—pressure unlike any before.

These three forces were too pure, too incisive, each striking the Divine Realm's soft spot with precision.

The jade tablet in his hand blazed brightly, and his divine thought raced at unprecedented speed.

Facing those "death spirit lines" that sought to rot the world, he had to fully activate the "Distortion" law, twisting them into a meaningless tangle to halt their erosion.

Confronted with that all‑erasing "void whisper", he had to continuously employ the "Definition" law, forcibly reinforcing the world's "existence" coordinates, telling the entire cosmos, "I am here, I am myself."

Yet even so, the burly man's unreasonable brute‑force barrage still caused the very structure of space to moan under the strain.

Even the Lord of Worlds can be flustered by juggling three lines.

At that moment, a terribly discordant voice rang out beside him.

"Bro! Bro! My god! What kind of divine buffet is this!"

Wang Zhitao, thrilled, hopped in place, his eyes shining as he stared outward, saliva nearly spilling from his mouth. Pointing at the gray threads seeping in and giving Wang Zhize a headache, he shouted excitedly, "That one! That gray one! It smells sour‑sweet, definitely especially appetizing!"

He then pointed at the fluctuation that made the space feel illusory, smacking his lips: "And that invisible, slippery‑feeling one, you could suck it in in one gulp—definitely has a jelly texture!"

Wang Zhize: "..."

He almost lost his breath, nearly wanting to "define" his foodie younger brother into a stone.

"Bro! Don't just stare! Put some in, let me taste the salt and sweet! If you don't eat soon, the dishes will get cold!" Wang Zhitao, frantic, scratched his ears and cheeks; his demeanor was less like watching a world‑ending attack and more like watching a banquet being snatched away.

"The dishes… cold?"

Wang Zhize listened to his brother's carefree words, watching his ravenous expression, and the taut string in his mind suddenly loosened.

Indeed.

What am I resisting?

These things are lethal poison and trash to this world.

But to Zhitao's "Devouring Core Body", aren't they just "food"?

How could I, as the older brother, labor in the kitchen fighting trash, yet forget that at home there's a starving, all‑eating super "trash processor"?

A brilliant idea formed in his mind.

"Want to eat?" Wang Zhize's mouth finally curled up again.

"Yes! I dream of it!" Wang Zhitao nodded vigorously.

"Fine." Wang Zhize's eyes shone astonishingly, "Then… let the feast begin!"

He no longer defended with all his might; instead, a flicker of divine thought opened a tiny breach in the Divine Realm's barrier, directly confronting the surging "death spirit lines" and "void fluctuations".

Like a precise surgeon, he carefully guided a small stream of "deadly toxin" into the "ward".

"Here it comes!"

Wang Zhitao shouted excitedly, his whole form turning into a streak of black‑gold light that surged to the breach in an instant.

He gaped open his mouth and greedily inhaled the incoming energy, capable of turning any Golden Core cultivator to ash in an instant.

A vortex of countless black‑gold runes formed within his mouth.

Those gray "death spirit lines" and intangible "void fluctuations" had no chance to struggle before the vortex rudely dragged them in, vanishing without a trace.

"Hic……"

Wang Zhitao let out a satisfied belch, patted his belly, his face blissful.

"The taste is good, just… a bit stuck between the teeth."

A bright flash surged through the black‑gold runes on his body, and his aura visibly grew a notch more imposing.

Beyond the Divine Kingdom.

The three "Calamity" Shadow Guards who were casting spells at full power were simultaneously stunned.

The withered old man could clearly feel that a portion of the Withering law he had released vanished into thin air. It wasn't neutralized, it wasn't distorted— it simply… disappeared.

The Void Woman also furrowed her brow; the power that erased "Existence" seemed to crash into an incomprehensible black hole, cutting off its connection.

"What's happening?" the burly man transmitted his divine thought in a hoarse, guttural voice.

"…Swallowed?" In the withered old man's hoarse voice, a trace of incredulous terror appeared for the first time, "They… they're devouring our laws?"

At the moment of their shock, within the Divine Kingdom, another subtle change was quietly taking place.

In the corner, the perpetually unconscious Li Hu and Zhang Mei suddenly trembled slightly. At the instant Wang Zhitao devoured the law, a filament of ultra‑pure primordial life energy spilled out, like a spring breeze turning to rain, silently seeping into their bodies.

The Spiritual Power that had long lain dormant within them was as if dry firewood tossed into a spark, reignited by this foreign force, and began to operate spontaneously and slowly.

This subtle change did not escape Wang Zhize's eyes.

He glanced at his two friends and formed a new calculation in his mind.

This feast might… still welcome more "diners" to join.