All at once, Walker's voice came from every direction.
His true body was everywhere within that Chaos Void, yet nowhere to be found.
His voice carried a twisted grin as it echoed from countless directions at once, overlapping into a buzzing cacophony.
"How does my Chaos Projection taste? Does that spear path of yours, pure to the absolute extreme, feel like it's been wrapped in a thick quilt in here?"
Zhao Zhaoxue stood at the center of the Chaos Void.
She held the red-tasseled spear upside down in one hand, its tip pointed toward the ground, the nine runes dim and lifeless.
She looked around, her gaze lingering briefly on the surging dark-green murky current before sweeping across the gray-white Chaos mist.
Then she smiled.
The smile was faint, so faint that its curve was nearly imperceptible. Yet her eyes lit up. It was the first time since stepping onto the Arena that she had shown any real interest.
"Chaos Projection..."
She quietly repeated those words, and the curve at her lips deepened slightly.
"Now this is somewhat interesting."
With a turn of her right hand, she shifted the red-tasseled spear from an inverted grip to an upright one. The spear tip faced forward as she slowly raised it level with her chest.
"You pulled me into your Chaos Void, thinking you could suppress me until I had only thirty percent of my strength left."
"But have you ever considered this?"
"Before my Dao, no space can hold me captive."
She took a deep breath.
At the instant she inhaled, all nine runes on the red-tasseled spear lit up at once.
Not one after another.
All nine together.
Nine scarlet rays burst from within the runes, converging at the spear tip and condensing into a golden-red point of light no