From deep within the Abyssal Passage came a low, cold snort.
The sound seemed to cross endless space and explode directly in Xiling's mind.
"Spatial Folding? Interesting."
The Abyssal Sage King's voice carried a hint of amusement. The jade-white, seven-fingered giant hand did not fly into a rage after being blocked. Instead, it began slowly closing inward.
The seven fingers slowly curled.
It did not intend to press forward any further. It intended to crush this folded space, along with Xiling, in its grip!
Xiling's pupils contracted slightly.
He could feel it. The terrifying force made space emit a groan of unbearable strain, and cracks began appearing in the Möbius Strip.
Then, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, golden radiance flowing through his mismatched eyes.
He abruptly thrust both hands outward.
The space that had been folded into a Möbius Strip suddenly reversed at that moment!
It did not unfold. It collapsed!
Within a radius of ten thousand meters, space compressed madly toward an infinitely small point centered on Xiling.
That seven-fingered giant hand, along with everything around it, was swept into this spatial collapse.
The giant hand's fingers twisted and stretched within the collapsing space. Its seven fingers tangled together, as though an invisible giant hand had kneaded them into a ball.
"Hm?"
The Abyssal Sage King's tone finally carried a trace of surprise.
He could feel that his hand was undergoing Devouring by space itself.
It was not being destroyed, but digested.
Space was transforming his power into nourishment for itself.
"Human, who exactly are you?"
The Abyssal Sage King's voice rang out again, this time carrying a note of gravity.
"Your power does not seem to belong to this world. This world could not possibly produce an existence with such control over space."
Xiling chuckled. "What,