Qin Chuan stared at the Archon's glowing body as it sank, his mind racing.
He couldn't cut through him. He couldn't stop him. The assimilation continued.
In eighteen minutes, his home-field advantage would be gone.
What could he do?
Qin Chuan hesitated no longer.
[Space-Time Shuttle] activated. He jumped behind the Archon, used [Moment of Utmost Darkness] with [Law of Causality] to force a hit, and drove his black blade straight into the roots of the Archon's dozens of pairs of Light Wings.
The blade went in, but only half an inch.
Platinum light erupted from the roots of the wings. A savage force surged back along the blade, numbing Qin Chuan's entire right arm.
[Order Tear] had taken effect. The laws around the wound briefly fell into disarray.
But the denser glow of order now covering the Archon immediately overwrote the disruption.
The wound healed faster than Qin Chuan could swing.
"What's going on?" Qin Chuan frowned.
He'd cut through the arms easily enough. Why couldn't he even cut through a wing now?
The Void Avatar came in from the side and tore open a Dimensional Rift with both hands, trying to rip apart the Archon's wings at the level of laws.
The moment the rift touched a wing, platinum light swallowed it.
"He's concentrated his defenses," the Void Avatar said as he withdrew. "After he lost his arms, all the Order Origin that had been distributed through them flowed back into his torso and wings. The density of his defenses has at least doubled."
Qin Chuan wanted to curse.
A Void True God was still a Void True God.
With his hands gone, he had concentrated his defenses on what remained. Losing his arms had become a grotesque kind of reinforcement.
"Again!"
Qin Chuan refused to give up.