The gap in strength between Abyss Lord Level and Abyss Prince Level was absolute!
Calling it the difference between heaven and earth would have been an exceedingly conservative description!
At the very least, it was countless times more distant than the gap between Great Demon Level and Abyss Lord Level!
Therefore, under normal circumstances.
If Komoz could truly unleash the power of an Abyss Prince on his own, even if he merely reached the passing threshold.
Then, constrained by the peculiar nature of the Abyss Blood Battlefield.
Orsaga's only chance of survival would be to rely on his nature as a Demon Lord—one capable, to a certain extent, of blurring the boundary between possibility and impossibility—to forcibly create an opportunity to escape with his life!
Other than that.
Even he had no other good options to choose from.
But the probability of a Demon Lord successfully creating possibility out of impossibility was something that could not be pinned down.
So.
When it truly came time to put it into practice.
What exactly would the outcome be?
That still depended on fate...
If fate favored him, he could succeed.
If fate did not, he could only die where he stood.
There was no extra room for maneuver.
Right now.
Faced with Komoz's supreme strike born from impossibility.
Orsaga did not dwell on why the other party had chosen to self-destruct on the spot.
Because he knew very well that Komoz could not possibly wield that power in any delicate fashion.
In fact.
Simply setting a rough target for that power was likely already an exceedingly difficult task!
It was like sitting in a completely out-of-control vehicle: aside from hoping to protect yourself, there was little else you could expect.
However.
Precisely because of that.
Orsaga felt no fear at all when