The incoming streak of Spatial Energy was far too powerful for Lin Mu to resist. Even if he wanted to use Meld again, his Qi simply wasn't responding—the recoil he had suffered was too severe. No matter what defensive technique he employed now, it wouldn't be enough.
Not against this.
This was Spatial Energy—the raw fabric of existence—and it didn't care about defenses. It bypassed durability, ignoring physical constructs and tearing through everything at a fundamental level.
Lin Mu tried—desperately—to do something, anything. But it was all for naught. The streak of energy was mere centimeters away, and he could feel its presence like an icy needle against his skin. It tingled, then burned, and blood began to bead at the points of contact.
HUMM
And then—right as it was about to hit him—everything changed.
The energy froze in midair.
Lin Mu blinked, stunned, as a cool wind whispered around him.
"Huh?" he gasped.
