As the ancient Sanskrit chant echoed slowly from Lin Feng’s lips, a supremely powerful force of the Spatial Law surged like a raging, towering tidal wave. Centered on him, it blasted outward in all directions with wild and unbridled fury. Those blood-red tentacles, initially ferocious and overwhelmingly arrogant, faltered under the fierce impact of this vast, majestic, and peerless power. Their forward momentum was checked, pausing briefly as if blocked by a colossal, towering boulder.
Seizing this fleeting, blink-and-you'll-miss-it opening, Lin Feng moved his hands faster than the wind, weaving hand seals in a dazzling blur. Veins bulged on his forehead like writhing, hideous earthworms, clearly showing that he was pouring every ounce of his strength into driving this earth-shattering and awe-inspiring power. The surrounding space began to emit a harsh, cracking sound, as if space itself were groaning and wailing in agony, unable to bear the terrifying force that threatened to tear everything apart mercilessly.
At this moment, Lin Feng’s entire body was tightly enveloped in a mysterious, unfathomable glow. His eyes were resolute, shining like two brilliant stars with an unwavering light that revealed a desperate determination—defiant unto death, ready to face his end. The extreme distortion of space caused the light to refract in bizarre and surreal ways, making his figure appear somewhat illusory, hazy, and unreal, as though he stood within a dreamscape.
Chapter 105