The terrifying roar outside the door, as if space itself were being torn apart, gradually sank and faded into the distance. It did not mean the danger had passed. It seemed more like the monster known as "Silent Seepage" had temporarily wandered elsewhere.
A brief deathly silence fell over the passage. Only the occasional drip of condensation striking the metal broke it, each sound so clear that it made their hearts pound.
Gao Gong knitted his brows tightly as he stared toward the direction they had come from—the entrance completely sealed by thick steel plates and darkness.
His gaze remained sharp. He did not relax his vigilance just because they were temporarily safe.
An instinctive unease, like tiny ice needles, pricked deep within his senses.
He drew a deep breath, and in the narrow, freezing passage, it turned into a faint white mist.
Without a word, he slowly spread his hands.
In an instant, an indescribable texture quietly spread outward from him.
It was not light, yet it was warmer than light; it was not heat, yet it contained the aura of the source of life.
A warm radiance, seemingly capable of nourishing all things, quietly emerged. Like the dawn of spring piercing through thin mist, it expanded outward with both gentleness and determination. This was his carbon-based divinity domain—the manifestation of the laws of life within his grasp.
Yet in the next instant, a sudden mutation occurred.
The warm radiance had barely extended three feet from his body when it seemed to crash into an invisible wall covered in billions upon billions of sharp sawteeth.
There was no deafening boom, nor any sparks from an impact.
The divine radiance was like something thrown into an invisible shredder. In an instant, it was cut apart, torn to pieces, and broken