Chapter 126

The invisible cage of the light-grid tightened layer by layer. Cold, precise force fields of law, like billions of invisible razors, were slicing through the smelting body of the Core of the Abyss with molecular-level precision. Every time the giant beast's struggling will sparked molten gold flames, they were forcibly cooled, stripped away, and transformed into cooled, grayish-white particle streams the moment they touched the mesh wires, only to be ruthlessly siphoned away by the cold vacuum vortex of order outside the cage. The price of struggle was self-dissipation. The logic-crystal marrow skeleton constituting the "Anchor of Existence" groaned under the unbearable burden, as fine cracks spread slowly and resolutely under the relentless cutting of the law razors. Deep within the conscious barriers, that heavily forged piece of "steel" was currently enduring pressure far beyond the material plane. The overlapping projections of the Seven Archons' cold wills pierced through the defense of the physical shell, turning into invisible heavy hammers that repeatedly pounded against the core of the molten gold light-grid's barriers.