The tentacles began to move.
They wrapped.
They pulled.
They stitched.
It was as if the seal was sewing the rift shut, thread by thread, law by law. It almost made Lin Mu think of the Knot of the Weaver. But that skill was precise like a scalpel. The seal was more like using a sledge hammer to strike nails.
The tribulation responded instantly and lightning exploded outward.
BOOOM!
Bolts thicker than hills crashed down upon the seal, one after another, with enough force to obliterate mountains. Thunder roared so loudly that the ocean below split apart, waves erupting skyward before crashing back down in chaos.
Yet the seal did not budge.
Not even a fraction.
Instead, something far more horrifying occurred.
The lightning that struck the seal did not disperse.
It vanished.
