Chapter 267: Chain Plot

The sultry woman and the hulking man felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads, chilling them from head to toe.

Dead?

The withered soul was just… "eaten"?

Even the "Withering" rule he had been steeped in for centuries—nothing left, not even a speck?

Those aren't cats and dogs, they're "Calamity"-rank Shadow Guards! Terrifying beings who can, with a single person's power, cut off the life of an entire micro‑world!

Now it's become the "main dish" in a half‑grown teen's mouth, and someone even gave it a hearty belch?

Fear—unprecedented fear—like countless cold hands clutching their hearts and souls.

This isn't a sturdy fortress; it's a tomb! A living tomb that devours people!

"No… impossible!" the woman shrieked sharply, her voice wavering from sheer terror. Her fingertips flicked a seal rapidly, and a subtle divine‑thought ripple was about to burst forth.

Help! We must immediately request aid from the Lord! The situation here has completely exceeded their comprehension!

However, the moment that divine thought left the body, it hit an invisible wall and vanished instantly.

"Spare me." Wang Zhize's cold voice echoed from within the Divine Realm, "The network here isn't great. If you want to post to the circle, you have to ask this 'network admin' of mine for permission first."

He had long, via the memory of that Nascent Soul executor, discerned all their means of contact and pre‑emptively set up a block.

Here is his realm.

Not even a single fly could think of escaping.

The woman's complexion turned instantly as pale as paper.

"Roar!"

The hulking man beside them went completely berserk. His eyes burned crimson, his reason shattered by the sight of his companion's gruesome death and boundless terror.

"I'll fight you to the end!"

He let out a beast‑like roar, every muscle tensing, the veins under his skin bulging. He didn't flee; he chose the most extreme method—burning his source!

"Heavy‑Pressure Domain·Star‑Core Annihilation!"

He poured the "Heavy‑Pressure" law he had cultivated all his life, together with the burning source power, into the thunder‑light great hammer in his hand. The two hammers instantly fused into a jet‑black meteor radiating destructive aura.

No technique, no variation—only the purest, utmost mass and pressure!

He intended to use this mutually annihilating strike to pierce that bizarre "turtle shell" completely from a single point!

"Again with that, no originality."

Wang Zhize stared at the "Star‑Core Annihilation" massive enough to crush a mountain, a hint of boredom flickering on his face.

Self‑destruct?

Dream on.

In his domain, even wishing to die requires his approval.

He lifted his hand and, with a light gesture through the air, nudged the howling black meteor.

"Wrong direction, over there."

The casual remark sounded as if directing a child who'd taken the wrong path.

In the next instant, the moment the void woman's dead soul erupted occurred.

The "Star‑Core Annihilation" that had gathered the hulking man's entire power, vowing to burn both jade and stone, traced an extremely bizarre arc in midair, then abruptly reversed direction, hurtling straight toward her!

"Madman! What are you doing!"

The woman let out a scream of utmost terror; she never could have imagined that her companion's desperate strike would turn its target onto herself!

She frantically activated the "Void" law, her form becoming fleeting, attempting to erase herself conceptually to dodge the lethal blow.

However, the hulking man's attack was a purely physical law taken to the extreme; before Heavy‑Pressure, all fancy tricks seemed powerless. Your existence can be nullified by "Void", but the space you occupy cannot be "voided"!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar.

The woman's "Void" law still had some effect, weakening the star core by thirty percent. Yet the remaining force still slammed solidly onto her.

She was like a leaf in the wind, blasted by the raging force and sent flying backward; in midair she spat out a blood arrow, and her breath instantly waned.

"You…" the hulking man stared dumbfounded at it all, his mind a blank.

Why did he strike her?

"Opportunity."

Wang Zhize's voice rang out again.

At the moment the two showed a crack due to internal conflict, the impenetrable Divine Realm barrier silently split, forming a slit just wide enough for one person.

Through that slit wafted the familiar, comforting scent of the Outside World.

For the two trapped in desperation, this crack was the only path to heaven!

"Go!"

The gravely wounded woman didn't even have time to think; survival instinct drove her, and she became a flash of light, the first to rush toward the crack.

The hulking man recovered in time and followed closely.

The two, one after the other, plunged without hesitation into the crack that symbolized "Hope".

However, after they passed through the crack, what they saw was not the expected starry sky of the Outside World.

Around them still lay that despair‑inducing black‑gold space.

Only now there was an extra person in that space.

Wang Zhize stood nearby, watching them at leisure, his expression like that of someone observing two mice voluntarily crawling into a cage.

"Gotcha!" the woman thought, alarm bells ringing in her mind.

But it was already too late.

The instant they surged in, the crack behind them silently sealed.

Even more frightening, they could clearly feel that the laws within this small space were chaotic and bizarre.

The burly man's "Heavy Pressure" law was twisted and weakened the moment it was activated by an invisible force, and the woman's "Void" law was heavily suppressed, as if sinking into a mire.

Wang Zhize, using the Divine Nation's permission, set the two laws in this temporarily created "trap space" to mutually exclude and counter each other.

They were like two martial‑arts masters whose limbs were bound—full of internal energy yet constantly restrained.

"Brother! Brother! It's my turn now, right? These two look tastier than the one before!"

Wang Zhitao rubbed his hands excitedly, saliva almost spilling, his eyes shining as he stared at the "two big meals" before him.

This unabashed, top‑of‑the‑food‑chain covetousness made the two Calamity‑grade Shadow Guards feel a shiver that rose from their souls.

"Boom—…"

The fierce collision of the laws, even after being repeatedly weakened by the Divine Nation, still caused a slight tremor in the interior space.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei, who were unconscious, finally were startled awake by the movement.

They opened their eyes blankly, and the first thing they saw was the two terrifying enemies nearby, exuding overwhelming ferocity, whose very sight made their souls feel a Soul Thorn pain.

And… standing before them, Wang Zhize, who controlled everything like a deity, and beside him the fist‑clenching, with a "hungry" expression Wang Zhitao.

"Zhize… Zhitao… what… what is going on?" Li Hu's voice was a bit hoarse; everything before his eyes had completely exceeded his comprehension.

Wang Zhize turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes somewhat complex.

Some things, after all, cannot be hidden.

He turned his head again, looked back at the two Shadow Guards trapped in the snare, their faces ashen, his voice bearing not a hint of warmth.

"Welcome to the Wang Family's 'dining table'."