A fine appetizer

[Immovable Wisdom King Wall]: (gritting his teeth) The structural cracks are widening! Boss, this punch has reached its limit! If I keep going, I won't be able to hold up the frame!

Su Zhan withdrew his fist and stepped back.

The giant hand of the Dharma Form hung down, with wisps of blue smoke rising from its palm.

"One punch shatters five layers."

Su Zhan dusted off non-existent dust.

"A nice appetizer."

The Clones gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The remaining two barriers transformed into attacks as he withdrew his fist—two giant chains formed from the Wind-Thunder Principle, which came from both sides to strangle Su Zhan's Dharma Form around the waist.

Su Zhan jumped up one step.

The Dharma Form ascended into the sky.

The two chains missed their target and collided, creating a Wind Thunder storm.

Taking advantage of this moment, Su Zhan called out in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Thousand-Thread Lock! Now!"

[Shadow Thousand Silk Lock]: Received!

No one needs to see it.

The black threads, thinner than spider silk, spread out from Su Zhan's shadow, clinging to the ground, and silently extended towards the sphere of the Grotto-Heaven Heart suspended in the center of the space.

The Clones's attention was entirely focused on Su Zhan's Dharma Form. The combined attack power of the five Principle was too abnormal, and it had to devote all its energy to dealing with it.

It had no energy to notice the 170 hair-thin black lines approaching its source of power.

Su Zhan launched a second wave of attacks.

This time he didn't use his fist.

The Dharma Form's hands are clasped together, then slowly opened.

Between his two palms, the energy of the five Principle began to compress, rotate, and entangle rapidly.

It's not a simple superposition.

Instead, under Su Zhan's control, a deeper level of "intertwining" took place.

Gold encased in fire, fire wrapped in poison, poison entwined with lightning, and lightning embedded in earth—five colors of light intertwined in the palm of the hand to form a twisted sphere that kept shrinking and getting brighter.

This sphere is only the size of a fist.

However, the aura it emitted caused the stability of the entire Core Space to begin to collapse.

The Clones stared at the sphere, its pupils shrinking sharply.

"You're crazy!"

It shouted out loud for the first time.

"This level of Principle compression is beyond your control! Once it gets out of control, the entire cave will be blown apart!"

Su Zhan's Dharma Form did not answer.

The sphere continues to compress.

It went from the size of a fist to the size of an egg.

From eggs to marbles.

With each reduction in size, the distortion of space intensified. Cracks began to appear in the dome of the Core Space, and rubble began to fall.

The Clones panicked.

It doesn't matter that it died; it was just a Clones. But if the Grotto-Heaven Core is destroyed, the Sect Master's thousands of years of planning will be completely ruined.

It had to devote some of its energy to stabilizing the Grotto-Heaven Core.

Three of the seventeen Black Chains he was controlling loosened.

At the very moment it let go --

"Click! Click! Click!"

Three crisp cracking sounds came from the direction of the sphere at the Grotto-Heaven Heart.

The Clones suddenly turned around.

The three Black Chains were severed.

A faint, dark sheen remained at the break—the color of the Shadow Thousand Silk Lock.

No!

The Clones let out a furious roar.

The breaking of the three chains signifies the loss of control over the three Principle.

Its power decreased by nearly 20%.

But what's even more critical is that the three severed chains correspond precisely to the three Principle of space, wind, and darkness.

Without the support of Spatial Principle.

Its protective barrier, which deflected all physical attacks... vanished.

Su Zhan's Dharma Form stopped compressing the five-colored sphere.

Excess energy was slowly released, and the stability of the space was restored.

"Just kidding."

Su Zhan revealed a row of white teeth inside the Dharma Form.

That sphere was never meant to be thrown.

That was bait.

The Clones used up its last bit of sanity to transform the remaining chains torn from the Grotto-Heaven Heart into a jet-black giant sword.

"Even if I lose three chains... I still have fourteen!"

"That's enough! Enough to kill you!"

It gripped its swords with both hands, enveloping the darkness of the entire Core Space, and slashed down at Su Zhan.

This sword strike severed all the light in the air.