The silence that followed Magistrate Kui’s decree was not the absence of sound.
It was the sudden, total absence of energy.
High above the high sky, a massive runic breaker tripped with a hollow, cosmic THUD.
Across the entire boundary zenith, the surrounding spiritual pressure—which had been pressing inward against Lin Ke’s ribs at thousands of pounds of pressure—didn’t merely drop.
It evaporated.
A spiritual empty pocket formed in less than three seconds.
To a fighter, a complete absence of outside Qi is far deadlier than a lack of oxygen.
The human body can survive without air for several minutes. A cultivated dantian, stripped of external counter-pressure, right away begins to expand outward to fill the empty pocket, like a diver’s lungs bursting during a rapid ascent from the ocean floor.
