This was something akin to the Death Poison Veil—formless, intangible, and untouchable. Yet it truly bound you within it.
Amid the black fog, it was like a maze. The White Dragon charged left and right, but it was as though there were no boundaries ahead. He could never see the end.
Li Mu Yang realized that this was Mustard Seed Space. Within this space, he was infinitely small, while the space itself was boundless.
It was like the human race compared to Shenzhou. For an ordinary human to measure the earth with his feet would be nothing short of a fool's dream.
Moreover, Li Mu Yang understood that within this space, as he tried every method to break out—charging straight ahead or rushing upward—the space itself continued to expand.
The bigger you grew, the bigger it became.
Even if you became smaller, it was still bigger.
"What kind of technique is this?" Li Mu Yang thought in frustration.
At the time, he had only focused on guarding against the "Joy of Meeting" that demon had mentioned. He had never expected the Priestess Xie Yue to have another hidden move waiting for him. The Priestess Xie Yue was one of the three great priestesses of the Abyss Clan, a formidable figure capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Devil Master. Her strength was unfathomably deep, and she had indeed brought Li Mu Yang tremendous trouble.
"Li Mu Yang, have you admitted defeat?" A hoarse voice rang out. It reverberated through the dark maze, stabbing Li Mu Yang's eardrums with pain.
"Admit defeat?" Li Mu Yang let out a cold laugh. "Just with this demonic wind, you think you can make me admit defeat? What an utterly foolish dream."
"A demonic wind?" The Priestess Xie Yue laughed loudly. This time, he