Even a fool could see what those identical changes meant—Li Ziran was stealing it.
Jiawen would not allow it!
This was the most closely guarded secret.
Christie's Derivative Space instantly generated a crushing force that enveloped Li Ziran's physical shell.
The force came so suddenly that the observing creatures had no time to defend themselves. They were slammed flat against the floor by tremendous pressure. They struggled desperately, only to find their bodies as heavy as gigantic mountains. Even their cheeks were pressed tightly to the ground, leaving them only a sliver of vision from the corners of their eyes to look upward.
They saw Li Ziran turn into a beam of light and shoot into the Void Expanse. Yet layers upon layers of white spiderwebs had already formed around the beam. Only then did they understand that they had been caught in the crossfire.
At that moment, the entire Derivative Space seemed to come alive. Eyeballs sprouted throughout the vast expanse, each like a pitch-black gun barrel. Condensed spiritual power shot out from those barrels, winding and binding throughout the Derivative Space to form restraints.
Golden Dragon's eyes were nearly popping out. His dragon eyes trembled wildly, filled with nothing but fear.
He had thought the crisis was over. Never had he expected to be pinned to the ground like a slave. He wanted to resist, but the moment he exerted any strength, even more terrifying spiritual suppression descended. Worse still, a force within this space was drawing away the elements they relied upon to survive.
"Jiawen, are you insane?!"
He roared, but no one paid attention to him anymore.
The more that happened, the more terrified he became.
As someone born of the Dragon Race, how could he not recognize such a method? This Derivative Space was clearly