"Turtle Shell" "Iron Fist"

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In this dark void that devoured senses and concepts alike, the "human" figure outlined in light and shadow immediately triggered Sui Meng's highest combat alert.

Almost instantly, Sui Meng's body reacted before his mind could.

The vast Psychic Power within him, as silent as an abyss and as boundless as a sea of stars, erupted with dazzling golden radiance like an enraged star, forcibly carving out a domain from the surrounding darkness.

Hummm—!

The Power Spear clenched in his hand also emitted a low, dangerous hum, like an ancient Kaiju awakened from slumber.

At its tip, highly compressed destructive energy distorted the light, releasing waves that made even the structure of space tremble. It was on the verge of becoming a bolt of destructive lightning that would tear through dimensions and pierce the void, utterly erasing and annihilating this bizarre phantom of unknown origin from existence itself.

Yet just as that torrent of destructive energy was about to break free and surge forth, an indescribable, strange tremor that seemed to originate from an imprint deep within his soul wrapped around and restrained his imminent attack like the toughest thread.

That "human figure" standing silently in the darkness.

Something radiating from it—a certain temperament beyond sight and sound, impossible for ordinary sensors to capture, or perhaps a unique information field—gave Sui Meng an unexpectedly familiar feeling.

The sensation was ethereal yet real, like a voyager catching the scent of the wind from home, like one who had lost his way hearing his mother's lullaby.

It was.

Just as the sudden familiarity caused the faintest, almost imperceptible tremor in Sui Meng's mind, slowing his destructive attack for a fraction of a moment.

A voice he knew by heart, incomparably familiar—a voice that had guided him countless times throughout his childhood, tempered