Universal nobles were not necessarily powerhouses.
Immortals were not necessarily carbon-based powerhouses, either.
In fact, in someone's impression, these two kinds of existences usually played the role of masterminds behind the scenes. Most of them couldn't fight.
But Haro Po was an exception.
And Du Zhaodi, who had inherited Haro Po's physical legacy, was the exception among exceptions.
After all, what universe noble liked going into a factory to tighten screws?
When such an exception made her move, she heavily wounded this Upper-Rank Virus Overlord on the spot.
A fourth-tier fighting a third-tier—severely wounding it was only natural.
And that wasn't all.
Under Du Zhaodi's manipulation, a gray-white mist of rules enveloped the battlefield.
The first thing to collapse was light.
It no longer traveled in straight lines. Instead, it seemed to be swallowed by some invisible logic, twisting and folding in the vacuum before finally collapsing into countless scattered points of light that hovered in the void like frozen stars. Shadows no longer clung to objects, but writhed on their own like living creatures, crawling across steel, cracks, and even the surface of energy, devouring the outlines of all life.
Next came matter's mutation.
Steel began to rust, but this was not ordinary oxidation. Its atomic structure was rewritten by some cold rule. Gray-white patterns surfaced on the metal, as though carved by an invisible chisel, and it gradually decomposed into fine, withered dust.
Under this "deathly decay," it was as if a layer of deathly film had wrapped around this "computing core."
Under the effects of this "film," the devouring power of the Virus Data Abyss seemed to be completely cut off.
The Root Overlord, seated upon the Throne of Information, immediately turned solemn.
There was no doubt that the "Domain of Death" the enemy was displaying was