The Stealer's core eye glistened with intense pain and... deeper greed! At the base of the severed bone spike, gray fluid wriggled madly in an attempt to regenerate. But it had lost an important attack tentacle.
"You're too slow." Si Lingle's voice was emotionless, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld. She finally moved! Her silhouette blurred again, ignoring spatial distances, appearing directly above the Stealer, whose movements were sluggish due to its injuries!
Her right palm was raised high, and within her palm, a miniature "black hole," condensed from the Ending Law, was forming. The light around it, even space fragments, were forcibly twisted, devoured, compressed into that tiny point!
A palm pressed down!
No earth-shaking explosion. That palm pressed onto the wriggling fluid core of the Stealer. The miniature black hole suddenly expanded, instantly fully enveloping the Stealer!
