Don't Talk to Me About Rules. Come Trade One for One If You've Got the Guts

The single eye formed from the black liquid locked onto Yang Yu.

The pressure of High-Dimensional Space became almost tangible, crashing toward the last Bronze Circular Pillar in wave after wave.

The crystal bricks beneath his feet gave faint clicks. The shattered universes sealed in their patterns glimmered dimly under the pressure, as though sounding a silent warning together.

Yang Yu looked down and picked his ear.

He flicked the earwax onto a crystal brick. It landed with a crisp tap.

He did not even look at the eye. Instead, he crouched with interest and traced the brick's patterns with a fingernail, as intent as an old craftsman inspecting the patina on an antique.

"Locust. That's a new one."

He breathed out softly and finally raised his head.

His gaze crossed the vast Void and met the eye head-on.

The black liquid's pupil contracted slightly.

It had lived through countless Eras on the high-dimensional battlefield, yet it had never seen a Proxy whose first response to its pressure was to crouch and study the floor.

Yang Yu stood and dusted off his hands.

"But let me correct you."

"Locusts at least leave some dirt behind."

"I like to do a thorough job. I clear the whole place out."

"You're asking to die."

The black liquid's voice changed.

It was no longer a mere physical vibration. It became a blade of psychic force that drove straight for the depths of all five souls.

There was no warning.

Little White grunted. Her knuckles went white around her daggers, and a fine arc of blue electricity crackled between the two Divine Metal blades. Under the crushing pressure, her Abyss defense had activated on instinct.

Lucifer said nothing.

Her twelve wings spread, defensive light igniting along their Dark Gold edges. They looked like a