Mohe's Panic

In the void, Mohe stared at Qin Hao opposite him, a hostile glint flashing in his eyes. None of his attacks had produced any effect. The strength of this outsider had exceeded his expectations; even the strongest secret technique: Destruction had failed to defeat him.

A trace of panic rose in Mohe's heart, but he quickly calmed down.

My strength has already surpassed the realm of a True God. He cannot keep this up forever. Mohe calculated inwardly. Every time Qin Hao resisted, he had to be consuming an enormous amount of divine power.

With that in mind, Mohe's attacks grew even more frequent. Every attack was aimed at draining the divine power within Qin Hao's Divine Body as much as possible. Even a True God's divine power was limited. Once his Miniature Universe could no longer fully sustain him, it would be the moment of his fall.

Mohe's attacks became increasingly fierce, and he even unleashed the strongest secret technique: Destruction with extraordinary frequency. Yet none of it had any effect on Qin Hao.

Even the strongest secret technique: Destruction could be completely blocked. Collision after collision caused world power and divine power to mutually annihilate each other. The aftershocks of their battle had completely swept across a radius of several hundred light-years. Continents, planets, and wastelands that had once existed there had all been utterly erased in their clash.

Even the surrounding time, space, and various Laws became increasingly chaotic beneath their collisions. The damaged Space-time Law could not fully recover in a short time, nor had the surrounding energy completely recovered.

Everything around them had descended into chaos, and Mohe was growing increasingly uncertain.

After fighting for so long at such intensity, there had not been the slightest change in this outsider. That was impossible.

In truth,