He had not only predicted that Lu Yuan would make a move, but also figured out exactly how he would do it—and prepared a countermeasure in advance.
It was a dead end.
A complete dead end, tailor-made for Lu Yuan!
Time passed, second by second.
Su Qingyan's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the black line between her brows became more distinct.
The golden net had dimmed to its limit, as though it might go out at any moment.
Su Wan'er clutched her head and let out a despairing whimper.
Could there really be no way?
At this critical moment, Lu Yuan's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.
A strange glimmer flashed in his eyes, as if he had found a spark in the darkness.
"Linking the power of spatial laws... Heh. So that's how it is."
As if he had figured out something crucial, a self-mocking smile appeared on his face.
"I'm such an idiot. I got myself trapped in a dead end. Since he set this up, he must have left a 'solution.' Isn't he trying to test me? The answer must be hidden in the question."
"Why should I solve it here, by his rules?"
Lu Yuan muttered to himself, his gaze suddenly clearing.
"If I can't separate it, and I can't suppress it, then... I'll take the whole thing with me!"
Before the words had left his mouth, he did something that left Su Wan'er staring in disbelief.
He brought his hands together sharply. The cracked golden palm of Profound Qi and the golden net, which was on the verge of shattering, instantly fused into one. They became a massive golden sphere of light that swallowed the black-and-white orb—and the surrounding space, which was shaking violently—whole.
He wasn't trying to solve the problem. He was packing up