The masked Vice-Master's hands completed their seals, spiritual energy gathering around him in a desperate final surge. Blood leaked from beneath his silver mask, evidence of internal damage from their sustained battle, but his stance remained unwavering.
"Severance of the Void King," he said, with a steady voice despite his body's trembling.
The technique manifested as dozens of spatial cuts forming simultaneously. They didn't move in straight lines but curved through and creating a three-dimensional cage of destruction that contracted inward with Liam at its center.
Liam's Dao Array Eyes analyzed the technique even as it closed around him. The complexity was staggering. Each spatial cut was precisely positioned to intersect with the others, creating a web of severing force that left no escape route. Moving in any direction would mean bisection by multiple cuts simultaneously.
Beautiful, Liam thought, with genuine admiration mixing with the adrenaline flooding his system.
