He had not even taken the initiative to attack.
He simply kept walking forward.
As he took that step, the Solar System's gravitational field trembled.
Mars's orbit shifted by 0.3 degrees, all because he had taken a single step.
Chen Hao's brow furrowed deeply.
His three laws struggled beneath the pressure of a hundred Daos for seven seconds before finally stabilizing again.
The fire patterns lit up. Spatial cracks appeared again. Threads of water coalesced once more.
He moved.
Not backward.
Forward.
Driving the way of space to its limit, he vanished from his spot and reappeared directly in Blind Ancient's path.
He thrust both palms forward, pouring spatial laws from his hands.
One layer. Ten layers. A hundred layers. A thousand layers.
Spatial barriers condensed in the void, layer upon layer. They were not flat shields, but a nested spherical structure.
The first spatial barrier enclosed the second, the second enclosed the third, continuing all the way to over ten thousand layers.
The way of fire ignited the gaps between every layer, creating infernal spaces as hot as a stellar core.
Over ten thousand interlocking spatial barriers formed a void inferno that shut out everything, standing between Blind Ancient and Blue Star.
This was the strongest defense Chen Hao could muster. The product of fusing three Daos.
The way of space provided the structure, the way of fire provided the destructive power, and the way of water permeated the gaps between every barrier, lubricating and repairing them.
By the time he finished, he had expended thirty percent of his Dao Foundation.
Blind Ancient stopped.
Not because he had been blocked. He had noticed this thing.
Those two gray-white eyes turned toward Chen Hao for the second time. This time, they lingered a little longer, roughly two seconds.
Then he