Like plucking the strings of a zither, Li Fan attempted to touch with his fingers and then alter the rules of this world.
"With the power to devour mountains and seas, weave a giant net. Transform it into a world, forcing the living beings within to exhaust all their strength, fighting to the death..."
"When a living being falls within the net, it will instinctively be absorbed."
Li Fan looked again at the two sides fighting to the death on the battlefield.
It seemed as if, after their fall, light spheres floated one by one. Each represented the life of the battlefield, the principles and creation they grasped in life.
Perhaps not all, but it certainly held the essence of their ultimate potential when driven to the edge of life and death.
On the mountain of corpses and sea of blood created by the great battle, countless luminous spheres of varying sizes rose up, drifting into the net that hung between heaven and earth. The scene was indescribably strange.
