"The extreme of power, it will cause space to distort."
On a tower at the edge of the outer fortress, Old Verne watched the two increasingly massive figures in the center of the battlefield, squinting his eyes as if adapting to the blurred and distorted sight, and murmured, as if talking to himself, or like giving a lecture to his students:
"...It's like a piece of taut thin cloth, placing a heavy lead ball in its center, the cloth will be pressed into a smooth curve by the lead ball... Space is that piece of cloth, Gongsun Bing, Behemoth, even including those two monkeys, all belong to the lead ball... It's just that the size of the lead balls differs, and so does the degree of spatial distortion."
"And those poor demons surrounding the lead ball are like a few soybeans dropped on this piece of cloth, rolling along the smooth curve towards the lead ball..."
...
"Crackle!"
