"You're right."
Devil Abyss's voice came from that distorted maw, a shade deeper than before.
It carried the calm of someone readjusting his tactics after being struck again and again.
"My weakness has indeed grown along with me."
"But you're tired too."
"Those three strikes just now— the first cost you ten percent of your strength, the second fifteen percent, and the third twenty percent."
"Your speed has already started to slow."
"I could feel that when you passed through for the third time, you were about twenty percent slower than the first."
"Your breathing is heavier than before, and the trembling in your hands is more obvious too."
"And..."
He slowly raised his right arm, spread his five fingers, and reached toward Sun Wang.
"You haven't seen this move of mine yet."
A gigantic dark-purple rune suddenly lit up in his palm.
The rune was incomparably intricate, woven from tens of thousands of fine demonic patterns.
The arrangement of those patterns resembled a massive formation compressed to the absolute limit.
Every pattern continuously released fine dark-purple rays.
Those rays endlessly intertwined and collided within the rune, forming a constantly shimmering net of dark-purple light.
At the rune's center was a slowly revolving dark-purple core.
The energy density within that core was so high that the surrounding space developed continuous spatial folds.
The instant the rune lit up, the space before his palm twisted violently.
An incomparably powerful suction force surged from the heart of the rune.
It frantically dragged everything around it toward his palm.
What it dragged included the Saintly Breath in the air, the shattered golden gleam of the Gold-Patterned Restriction on the Arena stones, and even the fine dust drifting through midair.
Sun Wang felt his body being pulled forward by that suction force.
His feet