A Contest of Endurance

A Space Rift was, uh... a rift in space.

Within Shadow Brake's field of vision, it hid between two bubbles, not daring to move an inch.

The thin rift barrier was like a soap bubble; the slightest movement would rupture it.

And if it ruptured, it would fall out of the Space Rift.

Against an opponent no stronger than itself, Shadow Brake could guarantee that it would slip back into the Space Rift before the other party reacted, waiting for a chance to launch a deadly strike.

With that move alone, it stood undefeated.

But the man before it was Great Immortal Green Ox, a fierce god who had suppressed Divine Chariot Armor in a single move. It did not dare.

It knew Divine Chariot Armor's strength well.

One small mistake could very likely mean there would never be another chance.

At that moment, it was like a badger hiding in the grass, desperately curling itself up so it would not touch a single blade of grass or make the slightest sound.

But what filled it with despair was that the hunter was standing right beside the grass, and clearly had already concluded that it was hiding within.

Though he had not seen it or sensed it, he was certain—and had even taken out a barbecue grill.

What a terrifying enemy.

Even in Deity World, spatial order was one of the forbidden orders.

In the lower realm, it was a taboo among taboos. Those who even knew of the concept were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, let alone understood it. Its bloodline talent had granted it some spatial abilities, but it knew the what, not the why.

This man clearly understood.

In its vision, Great Immortal Green Ox had already lit the fire, cut up chunks of