The palm descended, seemingly slowly, yet it held a certain Great Dao trajectory, sealing off every route Qing Chen could take to dodge or retreat.
Qing Chen's scalp prickled!
At the very instant that enormous palm reached him!
A cold, viscous, invisible force instantly pierced the Glazed Light Armor covering him, stabbing into every limb and bone, even invading his divine soul!
More terrifying still, within that force, three incomparably tenacious strands of rules' Dao resonance intertwined and resonated!
Weak water rules!
The scene before Qing Chen's eyes abruptly twisted!
Heaven and earth lost their color, and all sounds fell silent.
He seemed to have been forcibly dragged into a world composed entirely of "weak water";
-beneath his feet was surging weak water, overhead was flowing weak water, and in every direction was yellow, turbid water that devoured souls and eroded bones!
Most deadly of all, within this [domain], he felt the powerful physical body he took such pride in weakening at an astonishing rate!
Like rock soaked soft, his muscles and bones grew weak, his qi and blood sluggish!
Even the blood path true essence that surged like rivers within him became somewhat stagnant, difficult to circulate.
I was a little too arrogant! Alarm bells rang wildly in Qing Chen's mind!
This damned thing had no consciousness; it was merely a powerful construct of rules, yet its attacks carried traces of methods found only at the Spirit Venerable grade!
These three intertwined strands of weak water rules had actually formed a tiny domain, suppressing the physical body and slowing magic power-making the strong weak and bringing the weak to extinction!
It was already too late to retreat!
That fifteen-hundred-meter Baleful Water Giant Palm, bearing the weight and rules of the "weak water world," was already upon him!
"Roar-!"
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