Chapter 14170 The World-Destroying Demon Needle Displays its Divine Power

However, the devouring power of the World-Destroying Needle is no ordinary thing.

It originated from the strongest demon sect in the past and is one of the four most powerful artifacts on the Bai Ze Continent. Its domineering nature is unparalleled.

The dark red light, like a surging tide, suddenly contracted inward, carrying an irresistible majesty and power.

This contraction is like a giant whale sucking in water!
The immense suction force created huge vortexes in the surrounding air, producing a whooshing sound.

The black vortex began to tremble violently under the suction force, like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, struggling desperately but unable to break free.

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, including Su Lingyin, the towering, indestructible black vortex, hundreds of feet high, resembled a colossal mountain about to collapse, gradually twisting and deforming under the powerful suction of the World-Destroying Demon Needle.

The spatial rift at its center, from which a powerful being was about to cross over, became blurred and indistinct under the tearing force, resembling a crumpled painting.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the black vortex, along with the spatial rift, was forcibly and violently pulled and twisted, transforming into a stream of light.

The streak of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky with a long tail, was swallowed up by the hundred-foot-tall phantom of the demonic needle in a flash.

The whole process happened so fast that people didn't have time to react; it was like a dream.

After devouring the black vortex and spatial rift, the phantom of the demonic needle rapidly shrank, like a deflated balloon, and slowly flew back to Ling Xiao's brow, disappearing from sight.

The place was now empty and desolate, as if the black vortex had never existed.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the lingering sense of terror reminding people of what had just happened.

Su Lingyin was completely stunned. Her illusory body forgot to continue dissipating, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell, standing there motionless.

She stared at Ling Xiao, her eyes filled with shock and fear, as if she were looking at a monster: "This...this is possible?!"

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly.

She never imagined that spatial nodes, such mysterious and powerful entities, could be "packaged" and taken away in this way!

This was completely beyond her comprehension, leaving her utterly shocked and incredulous.

The moment the World-Destroying Needle completely absorbed the black vortex, time seemed to freeze. The originally violent and terrifying aura instantly dissipated, leaving only an eerie silence.

hum!
Within the Magic Needle Space, the originally calm and still space began to ripple slightly, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of ripples.

Immediately afterwards, a young man dressed in black armor stepped out.

The armor was as black as ink, radiating a cold and chilling luster, as if it were forged from endless darkness, with each armor plate shimmering with a mysterious and eerie light.

The man's face was cold and stern, as if carved by a knife and axe, with sharp angles and hard lines, as if it were sculpted from the hardest rock.

His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, exuding an innate majesty and coldness that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

He exuded a chilling, ruthless aura, which permeated the surrounding air as if it were a tangible force, making people feel as if they were in a frozen wasteland, with a chill rising straight up from the soles of their feet.

This aura was far more powerful than Xiao Mo's before, like an insurmountable mountain that inspired awe.

He frowned slightly, a hint of doubt and wariness in his eyes, his sharp gaze quickly sweeping across his surroundings.

This strange and eerie space was filled with darkness, and the surrounding walls shimmered with a ghostly blue light, as if countless eyes were watching him.

The ground was covered with mysterious and ancient runes, faintly emitting a dim light, as if telling a story of an unknown history.

"Huh? The coordinates are wrong? Where am I?"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, like a roar coming from the depths of the earth.

But then his eyes narrowed, as if he had realized something. "Something's wrong! The space has been forcibly shifted!"

His voice carried a hint of anger and resentment, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with this sudden turn of events.

A black protective aura instantly rose around him, like a raging black flame, tightly enveloping him and emanating a terrifying aura.

His hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of a menacing black battle sword hanging at his waist, his fingers applying slight pressure, causing his joints to creak.

He assumed a perfect defensive stance, his body slightly crouched, his legs firmly planted on the ground like two solid pillars.

His eyes, sharp as lightning, scanned every corner of this eerie space, not missing a single subtle movement, searching for any potential enemies.

Just then, the space began to fluctuate again, as if an invisible hand was stirring the space.

Ling Xiao's figure appeared silently not far in front of the man in black, like a ghost.

His steps were light and silent, like a feather falling to the ground.

With a half-smile on his face, a hint of amusement and provocation in his smile, he leisurely observed this "guest" from the Tianyuan Dynasty.

The man in black narrowed his sharp, hawk-like eyes, his gaze like a tangible blade, carefully scrutinizing the seemingly ordinary boy before him.

He pondered to himself, this seemingly ordinary young man, who had managed to lead him to such a mysterious place, must be no ordinary person. "You are Ling Xiao?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the earth, carrying an imposing aura.

Ling Xiao remained calm, simply nodding slightly without uttering a word.

He stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes revealing a calmness and confidence, as if everything was under his control.

The man in black casually tapped the barren land beneath his feet with his withered, twig-like fingers.

A profound sense of death permeated the air; ruins lay scattered haphazardly, as if a corner forgotten by time, or perhaps the site of a devastating battle. "Could this wretched place be the former capital of a great dynasty?"

Is that treasure buried here?

His voice carried a hint of disdain and skepticism; in his view, it was hard to imagine that such a dilapidated place could contain such precious treasures.

Ling Xiao nodded again, his voice as calm as still water in an ancient well, without a ripple, "Not bad."

His gaze was firm and resolute, making one involuntarily believe what he said.