บท 1770: Spacetime Prison!

Lin Feng's internal small chiliocosm gradually stabilized, but the cataclysmic power still spread. However, he had a large amount of small chiliocosm origin, and could consume it at will.

It still took time to completely pass the eighth Epochal Cataclysm.

"Huh?"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Just now, he had sensed a slight change in the stele. Hence, Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the stele.

Right now, this stele was within the range of his cataclysmic power. No one dared to approach it at all. Even the Eight-cataclysm Chiliocosm Sovereigns definitely did not dare to approach it. The Epochal Cataclysm in Lin Feng's body had already stabilized. He did not even need to spend any effort to resist the Epochal Cataclysm anymore. Right now, the Epochal Cataclysm was wreaking destruction, and the small chiliocosm origin was being consumed. It was purely a "battle of attrition".