Seeing Jiang Shu also taking action, Zhan Feng immediately understood and changed his tactics.

He no longer pursued a one-hit kill, but instead used a continuous offensive to distract the spatial lifeform’s attention.

Each of his attacks carried the ultimate power of the Law of Power, forcing the spatial lifeform to fully respond, leaving no time to care about Jiang Shu nearby.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu moved along the edge of the battlefield, and each swing of the Desolate Star Halberd left a gray Dao Rhyme around the spatial lifeform.

These Dao Rhymes seemed chaotic but subtly aligned with some profound space law.

Moments later, the spatial lifeform gradually sensed something was wrong. It tried to break through, only to find itself surrounded by countless Dao Rhymes.

Those Dao Rhymes were like a web, the more it struggled, the tighter they became.

"Now!"

With Jiang Shu’s shout, Zhan Feng instinctively understood, his muscles swelling to the limit, as an ancient War God’s shadow appeared behind him.

He clasped his fists, and the Power Dao condensed into a tangible form, like a giant hammer capable of shattering the heavens and earth, smashing down upon the spatial lifeform.

The spatial lifeform emitted an ear-piercing screech, with fragments of space on its surface frantically regrouping, attempting to construct a defense.

But at that moment, all the Dao Rhymes left by Jiang Shu simultaneously lit up, forming a perfect spatial cage, firmly locking it in place.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, Zhan Feng’s strike solidly hit the target.

The spatial lifeform shattered like a broken mirror into countless silver-blue light points.

But strangely, these light points did not dissipate but slowly flowed in the void, seemingly seeking an opportunity to regroup.

How could Jiang Shu give it that chance?

The Desolate Star Halberd flew out of his hand, transforming into a gray dragon in mid-air, devouring each light point one by one.

With each point consumed, the silver-blue patterns on the gray dragon shone brighter.

Once the last light point was consumed, the gray dragon transformed back into the Desolate Star Halberd, returning to Jiang Shu’s hand.

Jiang Shu could feel a surge of pure Space Power within the halberd’s body.

"Is it over?"

Zhan Feng asked breathlessly, his battle armor already in tatters.

Jiang Shu shook his head, looking at the Desolate Star Halberd in his hand, he said, "It’s not dead. I’ve only taken some of its essence. It’s still here, watching us from not far away."

"Such lifeforms that are embodiments of laws are nearly immortal and hard to deal with."

Zhan Yun stepped forward, handing his brother a bottle of healing pills.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Zhan Feng grinned, taking the pills and downing them like candy.

"Just minor injuries. But that thing was indeed powerful. If Brother Jiang hadn’t helped, I might have been in danger."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood his meaning.

This spatial lifeform, on the verge of entering the Venerable Realm, was indeed not something that could be dealt with one-on-one.

If it weren’t for its recent birth, lacking even basic thinking ability and acting purely on instinct with little fighting experience, even Jiang Shu might not have fared well.

Mo Qiye suddenly pointed to the distance and said, "Brother Jiang, there’s something there!"

Jiang Shu followed his direction, spotting a seemingly unremarkable fragment of space inscribed with a small symbol.

This symbol was one Jiang Shu had seen in the information given to him by the man in black robes, evidently the mark of the Doomsday Sect.

"It really is him."

Jiang Shu’s eyes flickered with cold light.

"He’s using this spatial lifeform to hunt geniuses of various races, collecting the Dao Rhyme energy they disperse upon death."

Hearing the name of the Doomsday Sect now stirred a rage in Yu Tianming’s heart.

"What on earth does the Doomsday Sect want?"

Jiang Shu didn’t answer immediately.

He walked up to the fragment, reaching out to touch the symbol.

In an instant, a cold stream of information flooded into his mind.

It was a blurry image.

Countless corpses of the strong floated in the void, their Dao Rhymes extracted by some force, converging into a massive, writhing black shadow.

This blurry image only lasted for a moment before disappearing completely, so short it almost felt like an illusion.

Jiang Shu turned to Wind Cloud Pride and asked, "Do you know what the Doomsday Sect’s Dao actually is?"

Zhan Feng frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "Members of the Doomsday Sect are all madmen, their crimes are innumerable, yet they are strong and their methods are bizarre."

"Over so long, the great forces in the cosmos have tried everything to bury them in history, but they always seem to return like unkillable insects, even if all their Inheritances are destroyed, it’s the same, truly strange."

"As for what they ultimately want to do, I don’t know much. I only know their purpose is not simple."

"There’s more. After we get out of the Deep Space Sea, you should come with me to the War Alliance to ask my father."

"There’s nothing about this universe he doesn’t know."

It’s clear that Zhan Feng holds his father, the current Vice Alliance Hierarch of the War Alliance, in high esteem.

Every force has its own pursuit.

The Jiuyu Commerce Alliance wants to advance further, to establish itself in the Inner Circle of the Star Ruins Realm; the War Alliance aims to maintain its current status or go further, as for the smaller forces, their goals are even more varied.

But even now, Jiang Shu does not know what exactly the Doomsday Sect wants.

The man in black robes once said that they are people who fear peace, believing that prolonged peace will lead the entire cosmos to decay, so they seek to disrupt the peace among the stars.