The demonic light of a hundred Daos still enveloped its body. But that light was growing unstable.
The spatial laws inside the black hole were too violent. Even the power of a hundred Daos had to expend extra energy to maintain its form.
Blind Ancient's gray-white eyes gave off a faint glow in the darkness.
For the first time, its psychic fluctuations were directed at Chen Hao.
"Interesting."
One word. No anger. No killing intent. Pure interest.
Like an adult watching a child hit them with a slingshot. It didn't hurt. But the child seemed rather clever.
Chen Hao didn't reply.
Spatial power gathered around him. He drew ravenously on the spatial laws inside the black hole. Here, the supply of spatial power was inexhaustible.
His Dao Foundation was absorbing it. Forty-three percent. Forty-four percent. Forty-five percent. His integration with the Way of Water kept climbing throughout the battle.
He was growing stronger.
Stronger with every passing second.
But Blind Ancient wouldn't wait for him.
The gray-black colossus drew in the jointed limbs being torn at by tidal forces. It released a pulse of hundred-Dao power outward, but not to attack Chen Hao.
It was stabilizing itself. A hundred sets of Dao laws operated at once, constructing an independent "Law Domain" over its body and shutting out the black hole's gravity and spatial distortions.
It had found its footing.
Inside the black hole, it had found its footing.
That was how terrifying the power of a hundred Daos was. Any environment, any home-field advantage, could be forcibly neutralized before an overwhelming number of laws.
Then it raised its fifth jointed limb and swept it toward Chen Hao.
Not a strike. A sweep.
A casual sweep.
The torrent of a hundred Daos condensed into a gray-black pillar of light inside the