Duolie's swings from arrogance to deference, and his constant changes of heart, made him look like an utter clown on the current Dimensional Plane Battlefield, where heroes abounded. He had become the target of private ridicule among the various factions.
He had spent months struggling to descend into Light Universe Time-Space. The mental effort he had invested, along with the resources spent building the Time-Space Altar and assembling his Expeditionary Legion, had long since reached astronomical proportions. Yet even now, he had not set foot on the battlefield he so desperately coveted.
Anyone watching would have wondered what all that frantic effort had actually accomplished.
Aside from the backlash of the Time-Space Altar injuring Duolie's own arm and inflicting rule trauma that could not be healed anytime soon, there was another loss.
A small contingent of the Qisha Time-Space Expeditionary Army, which he had hastily sent into the Cross-Dimensional Space-Time Channel in pursuit of quick results, had been trapped in a collapsing Dimensional Rift after the Darkness Sword Organization unilaterally closed the channel. All contact with them had been lost.
Compared with the overall strength of Qisha Time-Space, this Vanguard Army was naturally insignificant—its members with the highest life levels were merely two Level-9 Beings.
But for the proud and arrogant Duolie, this outcome was undoubtedly a vicious slap in the face before an audience.
And this was precisely how Ebony of Darkness Sword intended to vent his displeasure at being toyed with by Duolie.
As the dimensional channel before the Qisha Time-Space Expeditionary Army collapsed completely, a bedraggled figure tumbled out of the turbulent void, wreathed in shattered power of rules. He was the sole Level-10 Being in that Vanguard Army.
His luck had been exceptional. The instant the dimensional channel collapsed, he had exhausted the source power of