At this moment, the entire black altar radiated a faint blood-red glow, its brilliance especially striking in the darkness.
Plumes of fresh crimson mist rose from the earth, drawn toward a miniature eye of the typhoon forming above the altar, which continuously devoured the red vapor. At the center of the vortex, the fabric of space gradually cracked and shattered.
In a matter of moments, the spatial rift had formed a spatial black hole.
The instant the black hole took shape, the entire Tower of Death seemed to freeze solid, becoming a world unto itself—nothing from the outside could influence what happened within.
Even Shi Feng's connections to the outside world were completely severed. Every name on his friends list had gone dark; there was no way to reach anyone.
The air, heavy as mercury, bore down with oppressive weight, severely restricting his every movement.
Shi Feng felt as though he were a guttering candle in the wind within this domain of the Tower of Death, liable to be snuffed out at any breath.
All of this was caused by the terrifying pressure leaking from the spatial black hole.
"What exactly is inside that black hole?"
Shi Feng's eyes widened as he tried to peer into the void, but the interior of the black hole seemed to be veiled by some strange force. Even with his extraordinary dynamic vision, he couldn't see a thing. Yet his brain kept screaming a single message at him.
*Run.*
The pressure leaking from the black hole alone was enough to freeze the entire space within the Tower of Death, isolating it as a self-contained world.
This was something Shi Feng had never encountered before.
Just as shock gripped him, the tens of thousands of Blood-Boiling Beast Warriors beneath the black altar suddenly dissolved into a mass of blood mist.
Yes—blood mist. And it happened silently, without a sound.
The Tower of Death, once packed shoulder to shoulder with people, was instantly emptied as though it had become a ghost town.
The sight was enough to make one's skin crawl.
In the blink of an eye, all the blood mist was drawn inexorably into the blood-colored divine runes carved upon the black altar, making them blaze with ever greater brilliance. The spatial black hole grew larger still, and the pressure it radiated grew ever stronger.
What had been heavy as mercury before had now become as unyielding as tempered steel. Shi Feng couldn't even move a single muscle.
"Is this divine might?" A possibility suddenly flashed through Shi Feng's mind.
It had to be divine might. Shi Feng had felt it many times before—once divine might was activated, any player caught within its domain would be suppressed in every attribute. The greater the gap in tier, the stronger the suppression; only those of the same rank would remain unaffected. But of all the divine might Shi Feng had experienced, not a single instance had rendered him completely immobile, as if struck by an immobilization spell.
Before Shi Feng could think it through, Beast King Tracyx atop the black altar finished his incantation. The entire Tower of Death fell silent.
On Tracyx's ferocious face, Shi Feng read a flicker of excitement and desperate longing.
The spatial black hole now blanketed the sky above the black altar. If it descended, Shi Feng had no doubt the entire massive altar would be swallowed without a trace.
But the black hole did not descend. Instead, it let out a deafening roar, like a silver vase shattering, like spring thunder cracking across the sky.
Something inside the spatial black hole seemed to be fighting to break through that strange sealing force—trying to get out.
Shi Feng's instincts told him this was bad.
If a god truly descended, he was dead for certain.
A deity possessed razor-sharp perception. Even from a thousand yards away, before a player could detect the god, the god would have already found them.
Players had tried.
In his previous life, many players had been curious about how powerful gods truly were. Unfortunately, quite a few Tier 4 players were slapped to death before they even got within three thousand yards. Only Tier 5 players managed to survive, and only Tier 6 players had any standing to put up a fight—and even then, it was merely a fighting chance.
Right now, Shi Feng was less than two thousand yards from the black altar. The moment a god descended, it would find him instantly and crush him with a single palm strike.
"It probably won't descend," Shi Feng muttered to himself, noting that the strange force binding the spatial black hole seemed close to giving way.