The spatial corridor was a creation Rosinante had recently developed with Bins—a clever application of wormhole traps!
Bins's wormholes were always centered on himself. Even with the coordinates of a wormhole trap, it would still open a passage nearby that connected to the designated coordinate.
What Rosinante needed, however, was a corridor capable of preventing escape. Given Golden Lion's immense strength, it was too dangerous to involve Bins directly in combat.
After careful planning, they came up with the spatial corridor.
Essentially, this corridor formed around a core point. When an enemy approached within a certain range, a wormhole would open in the direction of their escape. Once the enemy entered that wormhole, they would return to the core point—effectively trapping them in a corridor from which escape was impossible.
Because of Bins's limited power, he could only perform a few technical manipulations to achieve this effect.
Initially, Bins scattered countless wormhole coordinates as traps throughout the area. When Golden Lion attempted to escape, Bins would open a wormhole next to Rosinante, extend a hand, and then open a wormhole in front of him leading directly to Golden Lion's path.
Through this two-step process, the spatial corridor was formed. When Golden Lion passed through the front wormhole, he appeared directly in front of Rosinante, who had fully charged his strike. Hence, the previous unexpected scenario occurred.
Of course, this setup was a temporary solution. Once Bins's power improved, the spatial corridor could be deployed in a single area as a deadly trap against strong enemies. Anyone trapped within—unless possessing counter-space abilities—would find escape impossible.
Even the strongest opponents could be slowly worn down if confined to a single area—starvation and exhaustion would eventually take their toll.
At the current stage, merely managing to trap Golden Lion even once was a huge success. Had Golden Lion not urgently tried to flee the colorless domain, success would have been far less likely.
Hearing Rosinante's resolute words, Golden Lion's expression shifted.
I refuse to believe this… he thought, quickly regaining composure and scanning for a loophole. With a sudden flash of his eyes, he dove straight toward the azure sea below.
All directions may be sealed, but the sky and below might not be… especially below. Originally, there was a layer of cloud islands—likely unsealed!
Golden Lion descended rapidly. He knew that only by breaking through Rosinante's colorless domain could he have a chance to escape.
Yes—escape!
With one arm severed, Golden Lion understood he no longer had the upper hand. His only goal was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
The massive blood loss from the severed arm left him dizzy and fatigued. For someone of Golden Lion's constitution, these effects alone wouldn't be critical. But combined with a battle against Rosinante and the oppressive colorless domain, even minor fatigue became a huge hindrance.
Moreover, the wound would continue to worsen during combat. Another surge of blood loss could overwhelm even Golden Lion.
Now was absolutely not the time to continue fighting. A prudent retreat was necessary.
"Useless. You think I didn't anticipate this? This cloud island is just a creation of Shaxia," Rosinante said calmly, observing Golden Lion diving downward.
Simultaneously, he raised his long blade high. A surge of sky-piercing sword energy erupted and slashed forward.
Golden Lion reappeared suddenly before the blade, now prepared. He executed a Sakurajū Slash, slicing against Rosinante's attack while deftly evading.
"Extreme Crush Blow!" Rosinante silently appeared at the exact point where Golden Lion had moved and unleashed a punch.
Bang! The punch struck Golden Lion.
A mouthful of blood spat from Golden Lion. His eyes widened as Rosinante's punch, infused with Haki, tore into his body, muscles being disrupted and organs shaken.
Luckily, Golden Lion had instinctively applied Haki defense. Otherwise, the strike would have caused severe internal injuries.
Even with his admiral-level strength, this punch—delivered with stored force and extreme penetrative power—was devastating. Very few could withstand it unscathed.
Golden Lion's expression turned into indescribable rage. Furious, he stamped his feet, sending out a barrage of slicing waves.
Indeed, the injured lion is the most fearsome.
Even with a severed arm, Golden Lion had not felt the threat of death. But after enduring Rosinante's punch, a true sense of life-threatening crisis surged within him.
This powerful crisis unlocked an enormous reservoir of potential, his aura rising rapidly. His sword energy surged relentlessly toward Rosinante.