Above the ruins of a ruined fortress, Lin An stood suspended in midair, alone as he looked up at the sky.
Light and darkness intertwined.
The immense rules of the Black Lock, like an interwoven fishing net, enveloped the entire world.
With its mechanical movements every three seconds, each chain seemed like a precise gear mechanism, causing the battlefield to operate according to its rules.
Oppressive, mysterious.
At the summit of the highest mountain in the entire Stellar Battlefield, Lin An floated in midair. From a distance, he seemed like a black dot fixed between needle and paper as heaven and earth opened and closed.
Beneath his mask, a streak of pure black light slowly shifted through Lin An's eyes.
His gaze was deep.
Darkness was reflected in those eyes filled with the meaning of Destruction.
With every movement of the Black Lock, it seemed as if black light were flowing and changing.
As he immersed his mind in contemplation and gazed at the Black Lock net covering the entire Stellar Battlefield, looking at it for too long even gave one an indescribable sense of panic and oppression.
It was as if this net could collapse at any moment.
Is this the Black Lock?
So this is how Cataclysm Power is used?
Lin An muttered inwardly.
After roughly half a minute, he finally withdrew his mind from the Black Lock above his head.
After exchanging for a full 100 points of information, the Black Lock before his eyes was now completely different. More than that, he had grasped an entirely new understanding—or rather, a new understanding of Cataclysm Power.
However, contrary to what Lin An had imagined before, these Black Locks were not an airtight layer of rules.
Their chain form was merely the manifestation of these rules, a net