"How could I not survive?" Emperor Lord said, dumbfounded.
This singularity was an incomplete singularity of his bloodline. The matter it absorbed was constantly being transformed and expelled, becoming part of his body. Not to mention anything else, 1% of the matter in this singularity vortex was already his own body. It was equivalent to establishing an energy transmission channel outside, one that could continuously supply him with power and keep him from dying. Others would be finished, but in a sense, this singularity belonged to him. How could he die? At the very least, he would not die before his reserves of matter and energy were exhausted.
"But it has already collapsed twenty-seven times. You and countless cosmic substances have returned to collapse, and twenty-seven times, you have been compressed into an infinitely tiny point. How are you still alive?"
Rong Cheng's cold, utterly rational voice rang out. Clearly, he was leading the geniuses of the Mother River Civilization in battle.
Xu Zhi could not help marveling at the power of the Eternal Life Saints.
The reason he was alive now was naturally because he had forcibly endured it head-on. Energy flowed without end, preventing him from being torn apart as he was sucked into the core singularity. Less than ten minutes seemed to have passed.
The fighting between powerful beings was extraordinarily fast.
They had already exchanged countless tens of thousands of moves. Under the spectators' control, nearly every collision involved countless techniques being unleashed simultaneously, down to the quantum world.
Yet during this time, no one believed Emperor Lord could survive. They had only entered for a few seconds, yet their entire bodies already felt as if they were being dragged into another dimension, struck by Dimensional Reduction. It was as though they had been turned into