Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 645 The Power of Rules! (Seeking monthly votes)
Just as the clone Zheng Zha, having exhausted his last strength, lunged at Fang Yu with a mad, suicidal rage, about to use his remaining malevolent flames to lock him down, at that very moment...
A trap that had been laid long ago and was ready to be set off suddenly appeared!
Without warning, the ground where Fang Yu stood burst forth with dazzling magical light!
A complex and precise circular array instantly unfolded, its edges flowing with pure and powerful magical energy like molten gold! It was a deadly trap meticulously calculated by the clone Chu Xuan, anchored in space by Zhang Xiaoxue's Investiture of the Gods, and laid in advance!

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

Several dark golden chains, formed from pure magical energy, burst forth from the ground, accompanied by a muffled hum of space being imprisoned. Like living, extremely thirsty venomous pythons, they lightning-fast coiled around Shang Yu's legs and taut waist, which were covered with thick, black armor!
On the surface of the chains, countless fine, constantly flashing and leaping runes emitted a faint glow. These were the binding magic runes specifically designed to restrict spatial travel and the operation of massive amounts of energy! Their goal was crystal clear: to seal off all the black demon god's ability to move, even for just a moment, to create an opportunity for the clone Zheng Zha to close in and deliver a fatal blow!

Seeing the dark gold chains that had trapped Fang Yu shine brightly, and feeling the energy fluctuations that imprisoned the space, the clone Zheng Zha's eyes instantly erupted with a morbid ecstasy!

Chu Xuan's trap had worked! This was his only chance! He practically roared, "Now! Lock him down!!"

However.
The dark figure, bound by layers of dark gold chains, didn't even glance down at the meticulously prepared cage beneath its feet.

His face, radiating pure destructive aura, had its gaping, ferocious maw even more pronounced, revealing an almost tangible mockery and pity.

The single, cold, all-seeing Rinne Sharingan on his forehead silently rotated its tomoe, indifferently sweeping over the face of the clone Zheng Zha, which was contorted with ecstasy. His gaze was as if he were looking at a clown who was trying to attract attention with a farcical act.

Fang Yu's lips twitched, and his deep, suppressed, yet crystal-clear voice exploded directly on the mental level:
"Do you really think this childish 'cage' can hold me back?!"

There was no anger in that voice, only utter disregard and utter contempt for the enemy's obsession with "strategy"!

It was as if this meticulously designed magical trap, which could even seal off space, was nothing more than a sandcastle built by a child, which could be blown away with a single breath!

"In Asgard, Frigga showed me the foundation of runic magic, and in Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One made me understand that true magic lies in mastering the rules."

He ignored the dark gold chains that were wrapping around him, and he ignored the clone of Zheng Zha that was lunging at him, exuding a violent aura.

The jet-black head slowly rose, and for the first time, the six tomoe in its single eye truly began to rotate. Deep within the rotating pupil, the entire battlefield shrouded in chaos and death, as well as the essence of spacetime behind it, were reflected.

A chillingly cold word escaped his lips, like a divine pronouncement: "Amanomichi!"

“Buzz——!!!”

An irresistible and incomprehensible force of rules descended instantly!

The whole world has changed!

No longer the dilapidated, burning ruins of Manhattan!
An intense, impenetrable darkness enveloped everything.

Every living person, no matter where they were, whether it was Gunnir and Miyata Kuraki hiding a kilometer away, or Zhang Xiaoxue and the clone Chu Xuan who survived the Demon Team, felt it at the same moment!

gravity!

Unimaginable, exponentially increasing gravity!!!
The ground beneath your feet is no longer a support, but has become an invisible yet deadly suction cup!

The air was as heavy as mercury, and every breath was accompanied by the groaning of the ribcage straining under the weight. Muscles, bones, internal organs—the smallest constituent units of the body—were all emitting mournful cries!
"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Thump thump thump!"

Around the battlefield, the remaining extras who were originally trying to watch the battle or escape were as if they had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer. Their bodies twisted and deformed instantly, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out from their seven orifices. They screamed as they were pressed firmly to the ground by this terrifying gravity, and were even directly crushed into puddles of flesh!

The clone Zheng Zha, who had just pounced on Fang Yu, was the first to be hit!
The last bit of malevolent flame burning on his body couldn't even sustain a spark before being extinguished instantly!

Its jet-black body, covered in armor and tougher than steel, emitted a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound! It was as if it had been thrown into a trench ten thousand meters deep in the ocean, or as if it had been crushed by an unseen planet!
His fourth-order body, which was once powerful enough to tear through space, was now bent and crushed like a fragile biscuit!
"Ughhhhhhh!!!!"

The clone Zheng Zha let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body was pressed relentlessly, bit by bit, against the ground! The ground beneath his feet collapsed and shattered inch by inch! His bones groaned and cracked, his muscle fibers were forcibly torn apart, and his blood vessels burst! His pride and joy were rendered as insignificant as an ant before this immense pressure, as powerful as the force of heaven and earth!
In the heart of this desolate hell ruled by gravity, Fang Yu in his ghoul form is like an eternal demon god.

His cold, ruthless single eye stared indifferently at the Zheng Zha clone twisted and deformed at his feet, on the verge of complete collapse.

The posture was as if he were observing an insect being crushed.

Cold-blooded, brutal, and merciless.

The air seemed to freeze at the highest point of the distant ruins.

A faint light flashed, and the life-saving effect of the Resurrection Cross took effect. Song Tian appeared here looking somewhat disheveled, his huge penetrating wound in his chest being covered by rapidly healing light.

Leaning on his Purple Thunder Blade, he gazed at the still-smoky battlefield in the center of Manhattan in the projection, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing rapid, his voice tinged with the lingering fear of surviving a catastrophe: "So strong! That sword strike was miraculously dodged. If it weren't for the Cross Seal, I would have been reduced to ashes. This is definitely not the limit of reincarnation enhancement; the true nature of his power is unimaginable!"

Beside him, Zhang Xiaoxue from the Demon Team hovered in mid-air on her Green Goblin skateboard, her face pale and her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the distant battlefield.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the Investiture of the Gods scroll.

Adam, the leader of the Celestials, stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe spotless amidst the smoke of battle, his expression one of tranquility that contrasted sharply with the current brutality of the battle.

He glanced at the mangled body of his clone Zheng Zha, almost crushed into a meat patty in the distance, then turned contemptuously to his clone Chu Xuan, who stood motionless, observing the battlefield. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Heh, Chu Xuan, look at your clever scheme. You sacrificed a Zheng Zha clone whose strength is comparable to our team's 'nuclear bomb,' as well as two core members, Fu Ming and Zhang Jie, and even used an S-level item. And what was the result?"

"answer me!"

(End of this chapter)