Black Coffin Douluo crushed the Crystal Core.
More than a hundred load-bearing pillars collapsed inward at once, sending tens of thousands of tons of rock crashing toward the underground city. Molten liquid in the Soul-Refining Furnace surged into waves over ten meters high and poured down three passageways.
Bai Jin's Ninth Soul Ring flared.
"Worldless Sky-Sealing."
Silver coordinates spread across the Black Furnace. Falling boulders, buckling iron beams, and rushing molten liquid all froze in the same instant. The people on the surface of Gengxin City felt only a faint tremor beneath their feet. None knew that the entire district now hung above a patch of space pinned firmly in place.
He had to hold up the city while facing a level ninety-six Titled Douluo.
This was the moment the old man of the Black Coffin had been waiting for.
His Eighth Soul Ring lit up, and the coffin split into thirty-six black iron panels. Each was coated with Flight-Sealing Iron Sand. They flew without a sound of wind and sealed off every side of Bai Jin in the blink of an eye.
"I've studied you for ten years," Black Coffin Douluo said with a sneer. "The more Spatial Coordinates you use, the greater the strain on your mind. After protecting an entire city, how much strength can you have left?"
The coffin panels closed in, rapidly compressing the space inside.
Bai Jin glanced around and suddenly smiled.
"Ten years of study, and that's your conclusion?"
He kicked the first coffin panel.
The black iron, harder than refined gold, caved in on the spot. Bai Jin used the recoil to twist around, smashed the second panel aside with his elbow, then pressed his right hand against the third. Azure's Gravity spread through the metal. The thirty-six panels pulled at one