Fine runes flowed along the edges of the web of light. Each writhed like a living thing, radiating a corrosive power that made souls tremble.
Fang Chen struggled to dodge under the pressure, but the Altar's suppression of the Laws was like an invisible swamp, slowing every movement severalfold.
The first beam grazed his right arm, leaving a deep scorch mark on the armguard of his Floating Immortal Battle Body. At its edges, the Chaos Radiance curled and peeled away like burned leaves.
The second beam struck his left leg. Agony spread from his knee as though a red-hot iron spike had pierced it, and he staggered, nearly dropping to the ground.
Just as the third beam was about to strike his chest, he hastily raised the Floating Immortal Sword to block it. The Floating Immortal Battle Marks on the Sword Body collided with the amber web of light, scattering a shower of tiny sparks.
The sparks burst across the Void, flying in every direction like ignited fragments of stars.
Yet that cold curve remained at Fang Chen's lips. The Myriad Buddhas War Scripture within him never paused, and each flare of Buddha Light stored more power deep in his Soul Origin.
The Altar's enhancement of the Chaos Thousand-Eyed Worm was simply too powerful. Fang Chen felt as though he faced a wall he could never cross.
But he was in no hurry. He had survived countless battles more perilous than this one, finding a thread of life in the jaws of death every time.
Perhaps it was his constitution, but the more desperate the situation, the more excited he became.
His gaze swept quickly across the underground chamber, taking in every detail.
The Altar, the Stone Pillars, the dark-blue Crystal Walls, the amber Light Screen overhead—and the points of