Inside the alternate space, the Soul Reaper, who had been brutally kicked by the goblin, had just risen to its feet when this alternate space, which covered several tens of thousands of square meters, sealed shut, giving it no chance to escape.
The Soul Reaper, over ten meters tall and clad in a black robe, floated into the air, exuding immense menace. Unfortunately, its torso had taken a direct kick, then it had been weakened by Father's ancient-god ability, on top of being afflicted by Witch Doctor Baze's strongest voodoo.
As the Soul Reaper rose, the shattered Exoskeleton around its chest scattered out from beneath its robe, clattering onto the ground. From the extent of the shattered Exoskeleton, it was obvious how viciously it had been kicked.
As for what the Soul Reaper had felt when it took that kick, in that instant, it had felt as though a planet had crashed into its body. It had had no room to resist with strength at all.
With the Soul Reaper's thousands of years of experience and knowledge, it had naturally noticed the fluctuations of that technique-type ability. What it could not understand was what sort of completely deranged person would develop a technique ability into something so singular and terrifying.
That was right. At high ranks, the more singular an ability's characteristics were, the more terrifying it became. It meant abandoning flashy frills and concentrating everything into one point.
It was not only the Soul Reaper, who had taken the kick, that found it inconceivable. Even Father and Witch Doctor Baze, who were watching from the sidelines, were secretly shaken. For a moment, they had even wondered whether the Soul Reaper would be instantly killed by that kick.
Facts proved that the Soul Reaper, a deity that had existed for