And in that very instant...
The stability of the space within the blood-colored barrier abruptly soared, surging to a new realm of despair!
Inside the barrier now, space was harder than divine metal, with not the slightest flaw left to exploit.
The instant all spatial rifts vanished...
Within the turtle shell, the muscle-knotted Old Man suddenly halted mid-punch, the resolve on his face freezing solid.
Then, when he once more stirred his divine sense, attempting to sense and lock onto the void before him—which should have been incomparably fragile...
A despair that sank into his very bones, enough to freeze his Primordial Spirit, swept through his eyes like a tide, swiftly drowning the last shred of hope.
"H-How is this possible?!"
His mind shook violently, his Dao heart nearly collapsing.
"How could it be that, in an instant...
the strength of the spatial seal surged to such an inconceivable level, impossible to shake in the slightest?!"
"Even if he borrowed the mighty power of that terrifying spirit treasure, with the realm he has displayed thus far...
it should be utterly impossible for him to refine and control a spirit treasure to such a flawless extent—moving it as easily as an arm, with the laws obeying his every thought!
Moreover, to drive such a supreme treasure and unleash such power is not something Magic Power can accomplish. It must draw upon the power of laws as its source!"
"What in the world is happening?!"
The unknown was often more terrifying than a powerful enemy.
For a time, even though the old demon venerable of the Mystic Turtle Clan prided himself on his vast knowledge and long years weathering the world, he could not comprehend this transformation of spatial laws that utterly defied all reason before his eyes.
This had already exceeded