The Void Within Us

Atabia's expression grew calmer and calmer.

Earlier, Elise had been bested by the Saint Master of the protagonist of that era.

Now, was it his turn to be bested once?

Did he have no choice but to rely on others for help?

Wouldn't that mean he and the blustering madwoman Elise were on the same level?

To put it more bluntly.

The protagonists of successive eras had repeatedly caused their Saints to suffer hidden losses and fall into their chained schemes. Didn't that prove their rule was not as absolute as they thought?

The young protagonists and heroes were all monstrous talents, dazzlingly brilliant, and easy to overthrow? They were Saints! Heavenly Venerates!! Yet they had been challenged to this extent by mortal ants whose strength was less than one ten-billionth of theirs, one after another.

"But one had to admit that they truly reached the limits of their own circumstances."

"If I had been in their terrible environment, with so few conditions at my disposal, I wouldn't have done any better than they did."

From this perspective, Atabia held a trace of admiration for these young people.

At that moment.

In Herodotus's long-awaited true battle, he kept frowning. "Time isn't very good at breaking this turtle formation. The enemy used spatial dimensions to create countless folds, linked together like a labyrinth. Their formation is difficult to break."

"If I had cultivated spatial techniques, it would be easier to counter them."

"All I can do is slow things down with the Timeline and observe the structure of their formation frame by frame, searching for ordinary flaws." Time passed extremely slowly. Vast amounts of information flowed by, and he felt as if his eyes were about to dry out.

Without a doubt, the enemy had prepared a killing formation specifically targeting