After Lin Chuan's words fell, his ocular power suddenly erupted. The blood moon hanging high in the sky blossomed with brilliant crimson radiance, descending toward Supreme One Siming in midair.
"Blood Moon Light..."
Watching the bloody light descend from the sky, Supreme One Siming did not know what Lin Chuan intended to do, but he instinctively sensed danger and immediately tried to dodge.
Yet moving his body proved exceptionally difficult, as though the entire world were working against him. Forget the rapid movements of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator—even the evasive maneuvers of an ordinary cultivator were hard for him to perform.
"Damn it!" Supreme One Siming cursed inwardly. The bloody radiance was about to fall upon him, yet there was nothing he could do.
"Let's see what this light can possibly do to me!"
Seeing that he could not evade it, Supreme One Siming stopped struggling.
It was merely an illusion, and its caster was only a Fusion Stage cultivator. If time had not imprisoned his body, an illusion like this would never have affected him at all.
Compared to this illusion, what Supreme One Siming truly feared was Lin Chuan's bizarre and unfathomable ability over time.
However, an ability that touched upon the laws of time clearly came at a tremendous cost. He guessed that Lin Chuan could not sustain it for long, especially against a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator like him. It would probably be released within a few breaths.
Just then, the red light cast by the blood moon wrapped around Supreme One Siming. Then, like dye, it began slowly staining the golden light around his body.
"What are you doing?"
Sensing that something was wrong, Supreme One Siming raised his head in terror and looked toward Lin Chuan.
This bloody light was completely unlike what he had