"Blink!"
Qin Chuan reacted in a flash. Just as the blood-red tentacles were about to reach him, he forced his movement skill to activate.
But something strange happened.
The space before him seemed to turn into thick mud. Blink's light flared, yet his body struggled to move even ten meters—nowhere near the skill's usual range.
Slash!
A blood-red tentacle grazed his shoulder. Its barbs tore straight through the shield of Shadow Divine Power and left a wound deep enough to expose bone.
Crimson power burrowed into the wound like a living thing, ravaging his vitality and hindering the healing of his Divine Origin.
Worse, Qin Chuan could clearly feel his blood answering some unseen call. A faint, uncontrollable restlessness stirred within it.
"What's going on?!"
Alarm bells rang in Qin Chuan's mind.
His movement skill had never failed him, especially under the boost of Moment of Utmost Darkness. It should have ignored most obstacles.
"It's not you—it's the space!" Dies Martin's phantom shook violently, his voice filled with unprecedented horror. "This isn't ordinary Chaos Energy! This is the Authority of Blood and Space! That heart is using its own blood to twist and control the space around it!"
"Flesh is frail, and space is its slave!" Alesha struggled to analyze what she saw. "The space around every tentacle is collapsing toward it. It isn't crossing space to attack you—it's 'eating' the space between you and itself, forcing you closer!"
The words made everything click.
Qin Chuan instantly understood why he had struggled.
He had not been moving through mud. He had been running across a canvas that was constantly being compressed and folded.
Within the domain controlled by the heart, all distances and coordinates had lost their meaning.
This was a god's true power: absolute domination at the level of