Bobota, wreathed in flames, was struck from the heavens like a falling meteor and sent crashing into the dust.
After a thunderous boom, the ground was smashed into a massive crater. Bobota lay at its center, covered head to toe in blood and unable to move for the moment.
The unscathed Lord of No Flame descended leisurely.
In terms of raw strength, this incarnation of the Lord of No Flame was actually not much different from Bobota. Yet He could suppress Bobota completely without suffering the slightest injury. That was the gap in their combat instincts.
That gap was a vast, impassable chasm. Given Bobota's current state, there was no way he could make up for it.
"Power forcibly raised is nothing but a castle in the air. It may look exquisite, but it collapses at the first touch." The Lord of No Flame's voice was calm and devoid of ripples. He seemed to be commenting on Bobota's battle, but to Bobota's ears, it sounded more like mockery.
The Lord of No Flame looked at the barely breathing Bobota, a trace of pity appearing in His eyes.
To Him, Source-Worshippers possessed a very "adorable" quality. If He had encountered Bobota first rather than the Lord of Profundity, perhaps He too would have taken Bobota as a devoted follower and used him to research a new incarnation. Unfortunately, such a fine body had been ruined by Bobota into this state. His strength seemed greater, but as He had said, it was all illusory, bought at the cost of exhausting all of his potential and value.
The current Bobota might still cling to some obsession, but in essence, he had already been completely changed.
The Lord of No Flame paid Bobota no further attention. In Bobota's current unbalanced state, even if He