A dark-purple Void Vortex exploded beneath the Core Furnace.
Qian Mian threw everything he had into it. The vortex carried a vicious power of assimilation, corroding even the Dark Gold grid at the bottom of the Black Tower until it hissed.
He was certain Qin Chuan was at the end of his rope.
Qin Chuan had just killed the Judgment Archon and forcibly refined the Prison-Suppressing Black Tower's Bottom Layer Logic. Even a Void True God made of iron should have run out of Divine Might by now.
The vortex swallowed Qin Chuan whole.
Qian Mian grinned from ear to ear and slammed his hands together.
"Turn to sludge!" Qian Mian roared.
A piercing grinding sound erupted from within the vortex.
Two seconds later, it stopped.
Qian Mian's grin froze before it had fully spread.
A hand emerged from the center of the dark-purple vortex and casually flicked twice.
The once-rampant Void Law scattered into points of light like a kite with its string cut.
Qin Chuan walked out through the fading lights, both hands tucked into his coat pockets.
Not even the hem of his coat was creased.
Qian Mian took half a step back. His voice cracked.
"Impossible! You were drained dry!"
Qin Chuan raised a hand and brushed nonexistent dust from his shoulder.
"Do you misunderstand what 'drained dry' means?" Qin Chuan looked at Qian Mian. "Your horizons are too narrow to grasp the state I'm in."
The muscles in Qian Mian's face twitched wildly.
He finally realized just how hard a wall he had run into.
Without a moment's hesitation, Qian Mian turned and fled.
He tore open the Void with both hands, trying to force his way out of the Black Tower.
Qin Chuan stayed where he was.
"You've only just arrived. What's the rush?"