Only then did the flames in the Skeleton Giant's eyes flicker sharply. He stared at He Ao, his thunderous voice echoing through the thick fog. "You know a little more than I expected."
"No. Far too little." He Ao struggled to steady himself and stood. The moment he pulled the spear of cracks free, it collapsed with a crash, scattering into loose fractures that the surrounding spacetime swallowed.
At a moment like this, the slightest gap in knowledge could mean the difference between life and death.
But some things could only be learned by risking one's life.
He Ao watched the Skeleton Giant and the slender threads of light connecting him to the Skull Throne behind him. "Does your power come from the Underworld?" he asked slowly.
The Skeleton Giant could not be a Pseudo-God himself. If he were, he would not need to go to all this trouble. He could simply descend in person.
He Ao had seen a true Pseudo-God. Even grievously wounded, with its combat strength drastically reduced, it had been beyond anything the Skeleton Giant could match now.
If the Skeleton Giant were truly a Pseudo-God, He Ao would never have fought him.
From what He Ao could tell, the giant's standing was rising, but it had not surpassed that of an angel. His own power was already immense.
Throughout their exchange, He Ao had felt no weakening in his aura or strength. His power was being replenished without pause, somewhat like a martial artist drawing on the world while proving his path.
But the Copy World was highly unlikely to supply him with energy. His power, then, had to come from the Underworld.
Judging by what was happening in Aines, the Underworld might have opened some kind of passage to the Copy World, turning Aines