Those pitch-black Spirit-Eroding Thread Rays finally stopped three feet in front of "Huo Yuhao."
If someone could observe them on a microscopic level, they would discover that the attacks had not truly come to a standstill.
They were still moving forward.
It was just that their speed had slowed to an absurd degree.
The thread rays, once as swift as lightning, now took an agonizingly long time to advance even an inch. The black resentment power continuously weakened, while the Soul Power clinging to the rays' surfaces peeled away bit by bit.
A thousand years later, those attacks might still remain.
But by then, time would have worn them down into meaningless dust long ago.
This was Electrolux's understanding of time and space.
It was not blocking.
Nor was it evasion.
It was creating an insurmountable span of time between the attack and himself.
Grudge Nether Douluo was completely dumbfounded.
He could feel that his eighth soul skill was still operating, and he could clearly see those Spirit-Eroding Thread Rays steadily drawing closer.
Yet no matter how he urged his Soul Power, he could not make the attacks truly touch the youth before him.
This was not a soul skill at all.
This was a law.
It was a power he could neither comprehend nor resist.
"How is this possible..."
Grudge Nether Douluo stared fixedly at those gray-white eyes, fear appearing in his voice for the first time.
"Nothing is impossible."
"Huo Yuhao" calmly raised a hand.
With his movement, an incomparably powerful spiritual field erupted from within his body.
The chaotic elemental energy of heaven and earth around him seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, wildly converging upon his body. Massive amounts of ice and fire Soul Power mixed together, gradually forming an enormous funnel-shaped vortex.
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