In the reflection, the replica had already crossed the galaxy, its fist compressing enough energy to shatter a small world.
Yet at this life-or-death moment, Jiang Shu closed his eyes.
In the Heart of Space's field of vision, the eighth layer of space trembled like a string, and the replica was the finger plucking it.
Found it!
Jiang Shu's eyes snapped open, a string of golden characters appearing in his pupils.
He had spotted the sole flaw in the replica's perfect structure.
Whenever its three laws finished fusing, the spatial ripples would lag for the briefest instant.
In the end, it wasn't a true living being. Even with combat strength eighty percent greater than Jiang Shu's, it still couldn't make up for this fatal flaw.
The magma exploded with a deafening roar.
Jiang Shu charged forward instead of retreating, soaring into the sky to meet the Human Dao Supreme Fist descending from above.
His movements looked resolute, but every inch of flesh and blood was kept in a delicate tremor under precise control.
The Desolate Star Halberd had already reverted to its most primal state of Dao Rhyme, forming a gray haze around him.
"Primordial!"
As Jiang Shu shouted, the haze suddenly condensed into hundreds of Dao Rhyme chains, each as fine as a strand of hair.
This was a secret art he had comprehended in the Deep Space Sea. Every chain corresponded to a node in the structure of space.
The moment the replica's fist force touched the chains, the entire eighth layer of space let out a groan under the unbearable strain.
The shock wave tore Jiang Shu's skin to ribbons, but it also drove those hundreds of chains into the void.
These threads, carrying Primordial Dao Rhyme, now spread in reverse along the trajectory of the spatial