Not long after.
The Supreme Commander had no idea how far he had fled.
But he knew that he had even burned his Origin Power.
At present,
his speed had already reached the limit his body could endure.
Even so-called time could be easily crossed by him.
In many planes,
all he needed was to casually take a single step, and he might smoothly traverse to another corner of time.
However,
despite that, despite moving at such astonishing speed and crossing such an immense distance... he was still within the coverage of that enormous rift in the sky, having not escaped it at all.
He had indeed traveled a vast distance.
But before that scar, that negligible distance meant nothing.
It was like...
an ant moving the distance of one or two grains of sand atop a mountain.
Once he clearly realized this,
an immense despair
instantly surged into his heart once more.
It made him even more pessimistic...
Then, before he could do anything else, under the influence of some factor, he involuntarily widened his eyes and turned his gaze toward the depths of the heavens...
Amid raging winds, blazing fire, viruses, disasters...
amid the backdrop of all kinds of power,
at this moment,
Orsaga had finally descended successfully!
He needed no superfluous action.
Nor did he need to deliberately form any thoughts or ideas.
Having already absorbed the entire Crimson Heaven into his body and reached his peak state,
all he needed to do was simply descend here.
That feeling...
was no different from the total mass of countless planes crashing down directly upon them!!
He had not even landed yet.
He was still suspended in midair.
Yet in that instant, that incomparably immense oppressive force immediately twisted the fundamental nature of space and time.
It caused everything