Chapter 330: Shattered Void

The thought struck the mind like lightning, bringing a cold deeper than death.

"No… it can't be like this! Absolutely not!" a faint voice screamed in her heart.

Yet, at this hair‑raising moment, as Lin Yifan's Destruction Fist was about to strike—

"Crack— Boom!!!"

The floor beneath them, already riddled with cracks and bearing countless tons of pressure from above, finally shattered completely at this moment, like fragile foam board.

It didn't break into one or two pieces; instead, the ground within a radius of several dozen meters around the two of them collapsed as a whole, like a fragile biscuit, then fragmented into countless shards!

A massive, bottomless abyss exuding rot and icy aura suddenly yawned beneath their feet!

The true cataclysm now revealed its most ferocious fangs!

The sensation of weightlessness seized both of them in an instant!

Lin Yifan's destruction‑infused punch went awry due to the sudden collapse beneath his feet! The terrifying crimson energy sphere brushed Su Wan'er's hair tips and slammed into the side rock wall, triggering a violent explosion and an even larger landslide!

"Ah!" Su Wan'er cried, her body uncontrollably plummeting with countless shards and metal debris toward the bottomless abyss! The weightlessness, excruciating pain, and the weakening from energy erosion made her lose control of her body instantly; her vision blurred, consciousness began to drift. She was like a torn leaf swept into a torrent of destruction.

And Lin Yifan was also falling!

Yet the boiling crimson energy around him erupted instinctively again, forming a powerful repulsion field that tried to steady his form and slow his descent. The falling rocks struck the crimson field, bouncing off or shattering.

However, just as he had barely steadied himself, his dark‑red eyes subconsciously swept downward,

he saw her.

It was Su Wan'er.

She was not far below him, falling faster toward the bottomless darkness.

The silvery light on her body was almost extinguished; the wound at her waist bled continuously in the weightless state, drawing a mournful red line through the darkness.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her complexion as pale as paper, her long hair wildly swirling in the airflow, like a flower about to wither in the abyss.

The scene, like the sharpest ice spear, pierced the Blood King's layered brutal barrier and drove straight into the corner of Lin Yifan's consciousness that had been suppressed to the limit—the part belonging to his "self"!

"Su! Wan! Er!"

A voice extremely faint, hoarse yet brimming with immense pain and struggle, forced its way out of Lin Yifan's throat.

The dark‑red blood light in his eyes surged violently, unprecedentedly! It seemed as if another soul were wildly striking within the crimson cage.

His hand reaching downward no longer bore the posture of gathering destructive energy, but… with a tremor, a instinct to grasp something?

Exactly, it was instinct!

It was his body controlling him, making him do this!

This feeling of being controlled by one's own body was truly bizarre!

The Blood King's angry roar exploded in his mind, trying to re‑suppress this dangerous tremor:

"Fool! She's falling! This is destiny! Let her return to void! Do not get distracted! Control the power! Control everything! Beneath the abyss there may be deeper secrets of the institute, powers belonging to us…"

Yet the rapidly falling figure in the abyss, that pale blood‑stained face, burned his consciousness like a brand. Two diametrically opposed wills collided violently inside him, nearly tearing his soul apart!

Is it to let her plunge into darkness, fully embracing this complete, brutal power, to explore the possible "secrets" and "strength" that may lie beneath the abyss?

Or… to abandon this within‑reach "reckoning" opportunity and grasp the hand teetering on the edge of destruction?

Lin Yifan hovered at the edge of the collapsing abyss, his surrounding crimson light flickering like a lighthouse swaying in a storm. His outstretched hand trembled violently between destruction and salvation. Below, Su Wan'er's figure was about to be wholly engulfed by the boundless darkness.

The weightlessness felt like a cold giant hand clutching her heart, with endless darkness pressing in from all sides. Su Wan'er's final consciousness lingered on Lin Yifan's wildly fluctuating, seemingly burning crimson eyes, then was utterly drowned by the violent tremor and pain.

"Bang!"

The heavy impact reverberated from her back; the anticipated shattering pain didn't arrive immediately, replaced by a strange, highly elastic sensation. She felt as if she had crashed into a massive, cold, damp net, countless viscous threads instantly coiling around her, cushioning the blow yet trapping her immobile.

Immediately after came another deeper thud, accompanied by the clatter of rolling stones.

"Uhh…" Lin Yifan let out a muffled grunt. He lacked Su Wan'er's cushioning; he struck solidly against a hard, moss‑slicked rock surface. Even though the crimson energy instinctively shielded him during the fall, the violent vibration still churned his blood, and darkness flickered before his eyes.

The Blood King's angry roar detonated in his mind, like a thunderclap:

"Fool! For a dying woman, you abandoned the best chance to control the power! Look where you've brought yourself! This filthy, death‑silent abyss! And these damned sticky threads!" It frantically drove its power, trying to break free from the viscous strands that had wrapped around Lin Yifan, those strands that had dripped down from the "net" above. The dark‑red energy burned the threads like flame, hissing and emitting a foul scorched smell.

Lin Yifan ignored the Blood King's roar, he struggled to prop himself up, shaking off the burnt thread fragments clinging to him, and immediately looked toward Su Wan'er's direction.

Faint light seeped in from somewhere, barely outlining the surroundings. They seemed to have fallen into a massive underground cavern, or rather, an ancient geological formation unintentionally breached during the construction of the Seventh Research Institute and later deliberately forgotten. Above, a huge fissure formed by the collapse, lined with sharp rock faces, still sporadically shedding stone dust. Beneath them lay a gigantic "spider web" covering half the cavern floor, woven from countless viscous, resilient gray‑white threads. Su Wan'er was trapped at the center of this web, her horrific waist wound still bleeding, her complexion as pale as paper, her breath so faint it was almost imperceptible, and several broken threads coiled around her arms and legs.

"Wan'er!" Lin Yifan's heart tightened; disregarding the searing pain inside him and the Blood King's interference, he staggered forward.