Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit turned into an invisible blade of space, cleaving toward the Sign-in System's core.
That golden sphere of light abruptly shrank, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.
The blade of space sliced past the edge of the light sphere, shaving away a layer of the rule-shield around its exterior.
Golden fragments drifted through the sea of consciousness, only to be swallowed clean by Yang Mei's Space Law in the next instant.
The Sign-in System steadied itself, its radiance rapidly contracting and expanding as a surge of sign-in rule power churned within it.
"You really think I'm afraid of you?"
The Sign-in System's intent carried a viciousness that advanced instead of retreating.
"Though I don't know why you're this strong, killing me won't be that easy."
Before its words had fallen, the golden sphere of light suddenly exploded, transforming into hundreds of golden threads that shot toward every corner of the sea of consciousness.
Every thread carried the Sign-in System's source rules.
It was gambling.
Gambling that although Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit was strong, it could not seal off every direction at once.
As long as a single thread broke through the blockade and pierced into the depths of the sea of consciousness, it could use that as an anchor point and drive a nail into the foundation of Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit.
When that time came, the positions of host and guest could be reversed.
Yang Mei let out a cold snort.
Space Law surged, and every inch of space inside the sea of consciousness was under his control.
The hundreds of golden threads had barely flown out for an instant before they slammed into layer upon layer of spatial barriers that appeared out of thin air.
Crackle.
More than half of the threads snapped apart on the