Chapter 487: Chapter 280: Cultivation World 70_2

Boom boom boom! All the fire meteors landed several yards away from her, igniting sparks all around, yet not even brushing the corner of her clothes!

It was space twisting, deflecting the attack path!

The third tribulation of Flowing Flame spreading?

Seeing the gold-red magma flow about to engulf her, Si Lingle even looked down at the sea of fire beneath her feet. The next moment, she stepped lightly.

She did not step into the sea of fire.

She did not leap upward.

Instead, she stood upon a solid, smooth "water surface" — a spatial layer beneath her feet stabilized and compressed to the extreme solidity by her power!

The raging Flowing Flame was isolated below, surging intensively but unable to break through this invisible, intangible barrier. She stood calmly above the blazing flames, unharmed.

Fourth tribulation, Wind Splitting Blade cutting through?

Around ten feet from Si Lingle, the air suddenly became as hard and smooth as crystal.

The tiny wind blades capable of tearing through hardened iron crashed into it, emitting dense and muffled "puff puff" sounds, like raindrops hitting a glazed tile roof, instantly shattering and dissolving, disappearing without a trace!

That piece of "Space Glaze" was as tough as a Mystic Turtle Shell, utterly blocking and resolving the cutting force!

Fifth tribulation, Wind-Fire Wall contracting?

As the interwoven blue-red energy barrier compressed close, seemingly about to completely imprison, crush, and refine Si Lingle.

Si Lingle finally raised her hands.

But instead of sealing and casting spells, it was... like gently dusting away fallen dust from a chessboard, she lightly swept her hands left and right in front of her.

Buzz!

A strange scene unfolded!

The solid Wind-Fire Wall, just about to fully close, was suddenly distorted, folded, blurred like a stone thrown into water, then, the two barriers were "smeared open" by a great force.

Without any warning, they misaligned, shifted as though a huge door board was lifted, crashing against the arena barrier, exploding into a sky full of energy flames in vain!

Ling Ge’s face drastically changed, her control over the Wind-Fire Wall snapped instantly!

It wasn’t breaking, more like some higher-level force had "negated" the possibility of the spatial barrier existing in this region!

Sixth tribulation, Burning God Breath surging forth?

A layer of barely perceivable silver-gray ripples surfaced around Si Lingle.

This invisible Divine Soul attack, like a stone thrown into the deep sea, stirred no waves, slowly dissolved layer by layer by the "folded" spatial ripples, completely isolated.

Throughout, Si Lingle’s immortal power fluctuations were extremely faint, her actions incredibly concise.

Her defense wasn’t a head-on confrontation and blocking, but instead rewriting the local rules of space around her in an astounding manner, rendering her opponent’s intense attacks like hitting the slickest curve, the strongest non-Newtonian fluid, the deepest void black hole!

Seven tribulations, six passed, Ling Ge spent massive immortal power building the lethal killing array, leaving only the final point yet uninitiated—the seventh tribulation, Tribulation Silence! In the array hub, a destructive light point converged!

Ling Ge gritted her teeth, her gaze resolute.

Six tribulations failed, this final strike, condensed with immense power, Tribulation Silence must be executed without reservation! She clasped her hands forcefully, veins bulging, pouring all her immortal power crazily into the array hub!

"Tribulation Extinction, Seven Kills, break!"

The core light point exploded abruptly!

A beam condensed to perfection, imbued with wind-fire annihilation meaning, tore through the air, shrieking destruction, shooting towards the array center where Si Lingle stood at speed beyond thought!

This was her strongest strike she could unleash at present!

Faced with this unavoidable beam (as it seemed to others), bearing the threat of destruction, Si Lingle’s eyes glimmered with silver light.

Si Lingle finally made her first proactive stance.

Yet, not against Ling Ge herself.

Si Lingle gently raised her right foot, stepping in the direction of Ling Ge, in mid-air, a distant step.

This step, as light as touching water.

The distance far, her body not even moving an inch.

Yet, bizarrely, this step truly landed on the void densely covered by the immortal power imprint of the "Wind and Fire Seven Tribulation Array"!

At the instant her foot (phantom image) landed—

Ling Ge was horrified!

She felt the entire "Wind and Fire Seven Tribulation Array" immortal power structure, carefully imprinted in the void, connected to her mind and heart, suddenly bearing pressure akin to countless mountains collapsing!

Crunch! Crunch!

The entire vast array covered void was stomped flat by an invisible giant foot!

Space itself moaned unbearably!

Her intricate array patterns, flowing immortal power, imprinted nodes... under this step’s ultimate spatial compression, collapsed inward violently, compressed!

And that "Tribulation Silence" light beam originally shot towards Si Lingle, hadn’t traveled far before the terrifying spatial distortion and folding it passed twisted its trajectory forcibly, becoming frantically refracted, energy-consuming light stream within the array covered space!

More like an originally sprawling three-dimensional scroll being rudely kneaded, compressed into a small "paper ball" with extremely chaotic spatial structure!

"Pfft!" Ling Ge’s mind shook greatly, the backlash from the array losing control and disintegrating darkened her vision, reversed her immortal power, sweetness rose to her throat and a mouthful of fresh blood was sprayed out, the whole person like hit by an invisible heavy hammer, staggered back several steps, and instantly her aura wilted.

Si Lingle gently withdrew her raised foot.

At the spot where the array space was "stomped flat," only chaotic energy turbulence will slowly dissipate, like a discarded, shredded manuscript, no longer any sparkling of immortal array.

Si Lingle stood quietly on the spot, gazing at Ling Ge who was pale-faced and disordered in breath.

"This array of Junior Sister Lin, exquisite beyond compare." Her voice remained calm and clear, no sarcasm, as if merely stating a fact, "But to bind air with an array is also to draw a prison."

As her words fell, her figure remained still, only her gaze slightly tightened.

Ling Ge felt a gentle yet overwhelming space "repelling" force surge, like invisible waves. She seemed to stand on the edge of a receding tide, irresistibly pushed by this force out of the arena boundary line, landing steadily on the ground.

Defeat was certain.

"Ling Ge of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion, out of bounds, Si Lingle wins!" The Deacon Elder’s voice rang with slight shock.

The entire spectator area again fell into an unspeakable quiet, only the sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed one after another.

Si Lingle retracted her gaze, looking towards the high platform Deacon Elder’s direction, slightly bowed in salute, silently announcing her victory in the second match. Her figure, against the backdrop of remaining chaotic energy turbulence, seemed so small yet as if standing independently outside this void, unfathomable.

She once again confirmed that law:

In front of her, the strongest defense is distance, the most effective offensive... is space itself.