In the void, Itrul stood firm under the protection of the Dark Energy Barrier.
Yet at this moment, his face was filled with despair.
A War God Squad from the Alliance had already prepared its attack in the distance. Its sheer power frightened even an Eleventh Order Dark Energy Manipulator at the peak level like Itrul.
Boom.
It was as though a roar had entered the minds of every living being within the starfield. What followed was a blinding white radiance that instantly crossed the vast distance and completely engulfed Itrul.
No one could see what had happened to Itrul within that white radiance. Even after a full minute had passed, that region remained unbearably bright. Even the instruments aboard the warships could not observe it.
Not until three full minutes had passed.
The blinding white radiance finally faded. What appeared before everyone was no longer the imposing peak-level Dark Energy User from before, but a beggar reduced to the utmost misery.
There was barely a single intact patch left on his body. Even his right arm was gone.
Though he was in a miserable state, he had ultimately endured it.
However, after surviving that terrifying attack, what awaited him was not dawn, but still hell.
The War God Squad began moving again. Whether judging from the fluctuations of Dark Energy or the Dark Energy Matrix they were constructing, it was clearly the same terrifying attack as before.
Watching the Alliance War God Squad prepare its attack, Itrul's heart was filled with unwillingness.
Why could mere low-level Dark Energy Users contend with a peak-level Dark Energy User like himself, and even crush him?
Why could such a terrifying attack be unleashed repeatedly in such a short time?
Why?
There were too many whys he wanted to ask, but there was