It was Xu Wuyi.
He didn't say a word, nor did he hesitate, walking straight toward the violently twisting rift. Shen Jin watched his back, a complex gleam flashing in his eyes. He didn't try to stop him, nor did he speak; he simply watched in silence.
Xu Wuyi approached the rift, stopping less than fifty meters from the dark red tear. He then raised his right hand and aimed it at the anomaly.
Deep within his consciousness, the pale blue Heart of Order began to spin wildly.
The Power of Order surged forth like a tidal wave, rushing down his arm and into his palm. It erupted from his hand, transforming into a massive, invisible net that spread out to envelop the rift.
The energy fluctuations surging from the depths of the rift noticeably paused the moment they touched the giant net—like a rampaging behemoth suddenly crashing into an invisible wall.
