Ye Buyu raised her spear and launched a fearless charge.
"So you're the one bullying my teammates? Take this!"
Rage churned within [Colonialism], fierce emotions erupting like a volcano.
The deity abruptly spread all five fingers, and the chains surrounding them moved in response, swiftly gathering into a gigantic hand that seized the oncoming spear with fierce, unerring precision.
From the corner of their eye, they saw densely packed shadow spikes surging in from every direction like a tide, surrounding them without a gap. Their brow furrowed deeply, and a trace of gravity flashed through their eyes.
Overhead, a scorching, heavy blade bore down with crushing force, as though it would slice them apart and grind them to pieces.
[Colonialism] took a deep breath, drawing in the chains that formed the domain to swiftly wrap around themself.
In the final instant before the enclosure was complete, an exceptionally pure, water-blue gleam, seemingly not of this world, suddenly brushed the edge of [Colonialism]'s perception.
Crystal-clear droplets drifted leisurely past their eyes as though alive, moving at an impossibly slow speed and creating the illusion that space and time had nearly stopped.
No, it was no illusion.
An indescribable sense of sluggishness and resistance originating at the level of laws, like an invisible mire, instantly engulfed and eroded their perception and ability to act from every direction, making even the slightest thought unbearably difficult.
This was the power of time.
Under [Colonialism]'s grave gaze, the silver spear, glinting with cold light, remained utterly unaffected. It sliced through the stagnant air along a straight, resolute trajectory and pierced their now slightly sluggish body with perfect precision.
Almost simultaneously, the Shadow Spikes previously deflected by the chains suddenly slipped around the blockade at a cunning angle like venomous snakes with wills of their own,