The moment the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring entered Bai Jin's body, the space within ten meters of him collapsed.
Soil, shredded leaves, and broken wood rushed toward him, only to be stopped by Limitless three feet from his body. Red Soul Power surged through his meridians. Everywhere it passed, it felt as though countless thin blades were cutting outward from inside his flesh.
He had barely suppressed the first wave when the Second Round slammed straight up his spine into his skull. A shrill ringing filled Bai Jin's ears. The world seen through his Six Eyes fractured into thousands of overlapping images, his body occupying a different position in each one.
It was an illusion left by the spatial attribute.
If his consciousness followed even one of those positions, the Soul Power in his meridians would be dragged the wrong way. At best, he would suffer internal injuries. At worst, the Soul Ring would be torn apart on the spot.
Bai Jin raised a hand and formed a simple seal.
Limitless drew tight against his skin, completely separating his body from the surrounding space. The Six Eyes sifted through the false images one by one until only the steady beat of the heart in his chest remained.
Thump.
Thump.
With every heartbeat, Reverse Cursed Technique repaired another round of damage. The agony did not ease, but the flow of Soul Power returned to its proper course.
Blood quickly seeped through Bai Jin's shirt.
Chen Xin stood five paces away, the Seven Kill Sword held across his knees. Dugu Bo spread the Beast-Driving Poison Formation out to three hundred meters. Grandmaster and Tang San remained on the other side. No one spoke to disturb him.
Tang San had just endured the impact of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, so he knew