"Wan'er, you're up." Jiang Chen's thought surged out. Shangguan Ning's soul slipped back, making room for Nangong Wan to take the lead.
Against someone like Chao Xin—a true Void Tribulation realm powerhouse with terrifying skill—it was the safer move.
"Consider it done." Nangong Wan's soul flared as she wove the profound patterns of the Space Dao. "Crimson Feathers Void Killing Prison!"
Space itself shuddered. For hundreds of thousands of miles, the world turned a blazing crimson.
The air twisted into strange shapes, vast scarlet feathers spreading like velvet wings. Countless crimson plumes filled the heavens, heavy yet drifting slowly as they fell.
"What is this!? The complete Dao of Space? Impossible! How could someone in the Nirvana Cleansing realm grasp it all?" Chao Xin's skeletal head nearly split apart from the shock.
Everyone knew only a handful in the Void Tribulation realm had ever mastered the full Dao of Space. Most barely touched fragments of it.
