The old monk hung suspended in midair, his skeletal frame still hunched as if trying to retreat.
Under Temporal Lockdown, time around him had stopped completely. Even the terror on his half-flayed face was frozen in place.
Qin Chuan walked over, his footsteps echoing across the empty platform.
"Those Prayer Beads of yours are nice. Shame to waste them by smashing people with them," Qin Chuan remarked.
He lightly tapped the old monk's half-skeletal head with the Moment of Utmost Darkness in his right hand.
Dimension Collapse activated.
The three-dimensional space around the old monk was forcibly flattened in an instant, turning him into a paper-thin image.
Then Qin Chuan swept Day and Night across with his left hand.
Existence Deprivation.
The image evaporated into thin air. Nothing remained—not even a speck of dust.
The Headless Strongman, who had just climbed to his feet in the distance, saw it happen. The huge mouth on his belly fell wide open, but no sound came out.
At that moment, an almost imperceptible pulse of murderous intent appeared at the back of Qin Chuan's neck.
The shadowy figure had made his move.
He was fused with the Void. Not even his presence could be detected.
Qin Chuan did not look back. The Disorderly Deflection Star Ring spun sharply.
Clang!
The poison-coated Short Thorn in the shadowy figure's hand struck the shield.
The guaranteed deflection took effect.
The Short Thorn rebounded and plunged into the shadowy figure's own chest with a wet thunk.
He fell out of the Void, shrieking incoherently as the poison ate through half his body in an instant.
"Like hiding?" Qin Chuan turned and flicked his wrist. A dagger formed entirely of Shadow Energy appeared in his palm.
Shadow Flying Dagger.
Law of Causality: Absolute Hit.
The dagger left no