"Just a little bit more."
Wang Ye squinted his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and continued to shrink the force field.
The excessive expenditure of energy also triggered his metabolic function to automatically overload. His muscles absorbed countless amounts of energy, rapidly expanding to ninety-five percent of their potential, including his temples and masseter muscles, which were filled to the brim with endless carbon dioxide, bulging high, making him look like a terrifying beast hidden in the depths of the lava.
His breathing became unusually heavy, but not to intake oxygen, rather to dissipate heat; thick smoke sprayed from his nostrils, igniting the air the instant it was expelled, transforming into two scorching flames.
Finally.
Half an hour passed.
Under Wang Ye's efforts, his force field was completely reduced to the nano scale.
In that instant, countless carbon atoms arranged themselves into hexagonal crystals, spontaneously aligning along the stress gradient.
