Qin Chuan released his fingers.
The bowstring snapped back, sending a pitch-black arrow flying.
The Lord of the Altar huddled inside his spherical Absolute Spacetime Barrier, his expression taut with tension.
He drove the power of the Primordial Divine Bones to its limit, forcibly isolating his timeline as he prepared to withstand a blow comparable to a God King's forbidden spell.
But a microsecond before the black arrow touched the barrier, it vanished into the void without warning.
It was gone.
The entire crater fell eerily silent.
The Lord of the Altar waited three seconds. The world-ending impact he had expected never came. His spacetime barrier did not even have a scratch.
He swiftly searched every surrounding Space Node and branch of time. No dark energy lay in wait.
"A bluff?" The Lord of the Altar stared at Qin Chuan through the barrier. The deadly sensation of having his throat gripped by the God of Death had vanished.
He had crushed an incredibly precious trump card to defend against that attack, only to be shown a magic trick?
Qin Chuan spread his hands, and the illusory longbow dissolved into fragments of shadow.
"You defended the wrong place." Qin Chuan flicked his wrist.
Origin Shot.
An attack that traced its target back to the source.
The core of this old monster's existence was not the body that had descended across worlds. It was the Altar of Origin, far away in the depths of the Sea of Chaos.
The instant Qin Chuan finished speaking, the Lord of the Altar's eyes flew wide.
A muffled explosion sounded deep in his chest. Dark Gold Divine Blood sprayed uncontrollably from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, splattering the inside of the spacetime barrier.
The Absolute Spacetime Barrier had indeed blocked every direct attack in this