Li Wen moved!
His movements were unprecedentedly small.
Every dodge was precise to a hair's breadth, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
A slight tilt of the head, a dip of the shoulders, a gentle bend of the knees, a pointed turn of the foot… Each subtle, almost imperceptible movement was just enough to let the deadly rays of destruction graze the corner of his clothes, the tips of his hair, his shoetips, or even just the turbulent air.
He was no longer just "dodging." He was performing an incredibly precise dance of death, choreographed on the very edge of destruction.
It was an exquisite and unrepeatable "art of trajectory avoidance," supported by his Extraordinary Spiritual Sense and the immense processing power of his Primordial Spirit.
Ten seconds! Twenty seconds! Thirty seconds!
Throughout the entire Heart Mirror Hall, you could hear a pin drop.
Every genius, every powerhouse, held their breath in rapt attention.
Their gazes were locked firmly on the solitary cage.
