Chapter 87 - The Mass’s Collapse

The mountain gorge groaned under its own weight, its cliffs splintered into jagged slabs that loomed like broken giants, casting shadows heavy enough to bruise the earth. Dust swirled, a gritty veil that clung to the throat and dimmed the sun to a sickly bronze. The air pressed down, thick with a force that bent the spine and slowed the heart—a gravity that wasn't mere stone but something deeper, final. Beyond a pile of shattered rock, where the gorge seemed to choke on itself, a rift pulsed—an obsidian scar that radiated a density so vast it could crush the sky. The Graviton Mass, the fiftieth force, had stirred, its boundless pressure of infinite power a silent vow to collapse Lin Feng's spirit to dust.