The boiling seawater lost its fluidity, transforming into solidified, shimmering black crystals.
The splattering magma and metallic vapor clouds solidified in mid-air, forming grotesque sculptures.
The highly toxic steam froze into slowly drifting, eerily colored crystalline powder.
Sound was completely extracted!
Absolute silence swallowed everything, leaving only Baphomet's chest, where his heartbeat was as heavy as muffled thunder, and the slow, tar-like "sizzling" sound of the blasphemous black light flowing around him.
With every step he took, the solidified black seawater parted automatically like subservient deities, forming a vacuum prison passage that led directly to Uka's path of death.
"Listen to the silence of the end, you dust-like life," Baphomet's mental will pierced through the deadly stillness, coldly imprinting itself into the core of every Zerg warrior. "Your existence will be utterly erased under the glory of My Lord, leaving not a trace!" His mockery carried the certainty of proclaiming a Universal Law.
In a few steps, he crossed this death zone, solidified by his will.
A colossal shadow obscured the last faint glimmer of life reflecting from Uka's shattered remains at the bottom of the pit.
The Blasphemous Great Axe was raised again, the molten crack on its blade appearing even more hideous and glaring amidst the gathering, thick black light.
Terrifying energy rotated and compressed at high speed between the serrations, emitting a Soul-freezing shriek, as if billions of vengeful spirits were being fed into a shredder.
The axe blade locked onto Uka's defenseless, skull-shattered head.
A Mingling Devil warrior, closest to Baphomet.
Its dark blue compound eyes captured the descending Axe of Death, and its cold logical core instantly overloaded to its limit.
The most frantic commands erupted in its mental link: Charge! Block!
Its liquid metal blade arms vibrated furiously, emitting a high-frequency hum, and the thrusters on its feet spewed out dark blue flames, even at the cost of its metallic skeleton making "crunching" sounds of fracture... However, in this confined space, its speed was slowed a hundredfold.
The blade arm, straining forward, moved like an insect trapped in ultra-dense amber, advancing less than a millimeter per second.
The cold compound eyes flickered wildly with red light, and its mental scream transformed into a silent vortex of despair, solidified within the "black crystal."
Baphomet's hideous lips finally curled into a satisfied and cruel arc, his eyes filled with the pleasure of destruction.
Muscles bulging, the great axe began its downward swing.
The axe blade, condensed with endless darkness and blasphemous power, tore through the confined, glue-like sluggish space, accelerating inch by inch towards Uka's head.
Fifty centimeters... thirty centimeters... ten centimeters... five centimeters... The space, ripped open!
Just as the high-speed rotating serrations of the axe blade were about to crush Uka's last core of consciousness, less than a centimeter from his skull—
Hiss—crack!
A sound!
A subtle yet all-piercing sound of space tearing, as if the fetal membranes of two dimensions were ruthlessly ripped apart.
Between Uka and Baphomet, directly beneath the impact point of the "Cracked Realm" axe blade, a thin, hair-thin crack, shimmering with extremely unstable blue-purple light, appeared out of nowhere.
The moment the crack appeared, the surrounding "deadly space" solidified like black crystal, violently twisted and collapsed inward.
Like an infinitely tough piece of fabric suddenly pulled and tugged by this hair-thin fissure.
Less than a ten-thousandth of a second!
Rip—hum-crunch!
The hair-thin crack instantly expanded.
As if violently torn open by an invisible Universal claw.
In the blink of an eye, a massive rift, about a hundred meters long and over ten meters wide, with violent blue-purple spatial arcs leaping along its edges, was forcibly pried open.
The inside of the rift was not empty, but a surging, roaring sea of liquid lightning.
These lightning bolts shone with destructive blue-white incandescence, viscous like molten metal, yet containing the immense power to tear apart the very structure of space.
A vast torrent of chaotic energy, like a bursting dam, surged forth.
This deluge, originating from a higher-dimensional power, violently slammed into Baphomet's solidified Domain!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The seemingly indestructible "Domain of Silence," supported by the Devil God's status, instantly became covered in spiderweb cracks, like a glass curtain wall struck by a giant hammer.
The next instant, it shattered with a crash!
The stagnant seawater, the solidified smoke, the splashing debris, Baphomet's impending finishing blow... everything that had been forcibly halted, as if a Universal pause button had been pressed and then suddenly released.
The flow of time instantly returned to normal.
A massive wave of inertia swept over everything.
But Baphomet's great axe did not fall.
Because in the ten-thousandth of a second that the rift opened, a will had already descended and now erupted.
"Congeal."
A cold, emotionless word, as if proclaimed by the Law of the Universe itself, resonated directly in the deepest core of Baphomet's Soul.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The colossal roar did not come from sound, but from the pulsation of space.
A supreme power of confinement, more fundamental and vast than Baphomet's pressure, as if transforming the entire seabed space into solid neutron star matter, suddenly generated.
Baphomet's descending great axe, along with every muscle fiber in his body, was instantly and completely "frozen."
He felt as if he was embedded in an infinitely dense transparent diamond, and even the speed of thought transmission became like a snail's crawl.
His hideous smile completely froze on his face, his crimson eyeballs bulged, and his pupils contracted to pinprick size.
In them, for the first time, was clearly reflected a primal, ultimate fear originating from the deepest layers of life, a fear of an incomprehensible, supreme power.
The blasphemous black light surging around him, like flames exposed to absolute zero, instantly dimmed, solidified, and was forcibly suppressed back into his body by an invisible force.
His vast Devil God power was now bound by billions of invisible Law chains, unable to be mobilized in the slightest.
Even self-destruction became a luxury.
The entire battlefield, all creatures that had just escaped "deadly stillness"—whether the Mingling Devils lunging at Baphomet, the monsters spewing acid, the flying species attempting to flee—all movements were once again completely frozen.
More thoroughly than before.
Even the smoke of explosions, the drifting toxic clouds, the surging seawater, and even the Brownian motion of microscopic particles seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
Here, it became an absolute Domain belonging to a single existence.
He arrived amidst the thunder:
The spatial rift was forcibly widened by an irresistible power.
A colossal hooked leg, covered in a dark metallic luster, as large as a stadium stand, its surface intricately etched with infinite "Thunder Law" runes flowing with a faint blue glow, slowly stepped out from the churning sea of liquid thunder, carrying the might to crush stars.
Thump!
Not a physical collision.
It was the muffled groan of the very rules of space being trampled upon.