The enormous bug tail seemed to be trying to force open that blood-colored eye, trying to pry apart the Space Tunnel.
His ten fingers flew as an ancient hand seal slowly imprinted itself in the air. Asura stared impassively at the violent giant bug tail. When a complex, ancient symbol formed behind him—
His hands, gleaming with white light, suddenly crossed and rose high. With his thumbs turned inward, they came crashing down onto his shoulders.
Mu Fan's brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning. He felt a bolt enter through his left ear and exit through his right.
His brain was unharmed, yet it was as if a channel of thought had suddenly opened. The world in his vision seemed clearer.
If the first seal had lifted the seal on Asura's terrifying slaughter, allowing the machine to begin using those magnificent advanced moves as energy rapidly burned away, as though it would be exhausted the next second—making Mu Fan endlessly doubt whether it could last the so-called sixty seconds—
Then this second seal made Mu Fan feel that the seal on Asura's internal circulation had been lifted. That Pure Energy was no longer released violently, but instead formed an internal circulation throughout its limbs.
He sensed it clearly. If Mu Fan could see every joint of Asura at that moment, see all those dark-red armor plates lighting up crystal-bright, if he could see deeper within the four terrifying engines behind Asura...
Two points of black light lit up. Rather than light, they were darkness made visible through contrast. The difference between those two miniature black hole Gravity Fields, frozen at room temperature, of identical radii and orbiting along a binary-star trajectory, began releasing surging, terrifying energy from their singularity.
Each release of nuclear-bomb-like energy traveled throughout