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At this moment, An Meng's heart was filled with disbelief. Such power, such methods, were beyond his understanding. On the Origin Continent, there were cultivation methods and deeper studies concerning lifeforms, but many things were limited by Gene Level.

Even in battle, various secret techniques, Laws, and comprehensions of origins were more commonplace. Everything was based on those things.

Yet the technique his opponent had displayed was pure power, power that came from the body.

Even stranger, this pure power had shattered his secret techniques, his attacks, and even his body. Divine power flowed continuously through his body, rapidly healing his wounds.

However, every time he recovered, a strange power within his body continuously shattered the divine power inside him. Only by rapidly exhausting divine power could he slowly repair the damage to his body.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

With divine power supporting him, his body recovered quickly. An Meng panted without pause, as though he had just walked back from the brink of death, his heart still filled with fear.

"Ordinary methods cannot affect him at all. It seems I can only use my final method!"

An Meng knew that he could not escape now, nor did he have any path of retreat. Only by defeating the person before him—or trapping him—would he have a chance to leave this place.

At this point, he no longer dared to hope for too much. He had already gained enough. Leaving safely was the highest priority; as for devouring the Original Universe, that was no longer possible.

Besides, among the Three Thousand Dimensions, there were no few Sea of Universes, with countless Original Universes available for him to choose from.

Although every entry into a Sea of Universes required an enormous price, and the chances of success were extremely low, everything was worth