The ghostly figure was right before him, its fingertips only a millimeter from his nose.
Yet that "one millimeter" had become the greatest distance in the world.
So close, yet worlds apart.
Though Han Yuchen appeared to be lying on the bed, he had actually placed himself within a dimensional rift.
Unless Specter Douluo possessed the divine power to shatter the barriers of space, he would not even be able to touch the corner of Han Yuchen's clothes.
"You... what kind of sorcery is this?!"
Specter Douluo finally panicked.
Having lived for so many years, he had never seen such a bizarre defensive method.
This was not a soul skill at all!
"Sorcery?"
Han Yuchen sat up, closed his book, and casually tossed it onto the bedside table.
He raised a finger and gently shook it.
"This is called science. Though even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand."
Barefoot, he got out of bed.
The instant his feet touched the floor, a silver-white halo rippled outward with him at its center.
"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
The amusement in Han Yuchen's eyes vanished, replaced by the cold indifference of a king.
"It's only polite to return a favor. Take one of my moves too."
Before his words had even faded—
The silver halo on the floor suddenly flared.
Rather than spreading outward, it rapidly contracted, transforming into countless dense Starlight Chains that burst from the floor, ceiling, and walls.
Their speed was utterly unbelievable!
Just as Specter Douluo tried to turn into black smoke and flee, he discovered that the surrounding space seemed to have frozen solid.
The Starlight Chains ignored his incorporeal state and wrapped directly around his soul body.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
It sounded like boiling oil splashing onto snow.
"Ah—!"