Generally speaking, someone who had lost their weapon and stood empty-handed before a several-hundred-meter-long monstrosity with six wings and four heads would always avoid its edge for the moment, circle and stall, search for weaknesses, and wait for the perfect chance to kill with a single blow.
But there were always exceptions.
Take Ji Jue. The moment he opened his eyes, his mechanics were maxed out.
Take Wen Wen... from head to toe, all she had left were stats!
To hell with whatever you were!
Eat my fucking fist first!
Like someone overestimating themselves and throwing a punch at an oncoming truck, Idra met that blow, needle against awl against the power of a Saint, and felt as though he were a fully loaded truck rumbling forward—only to slam headfirst into a mountain!
His vision went black in waves. Scales shattered, and a massive crater opened in his skull.
Sunken.
Unbelievable.
What the hell was this?! What had just happened? Where the hell had this sent him? Was he still in the Kingdom of God?!
How could something this bizarre have happened!
Where had this terrifying power come from?
Even though he had heard countless tragic stories of Angels meeting their downfall before this heretic, he still found it impossible to believe: there was actually something in this world capable of contending with divine grace?
No, not contending...
—It was [Negation]!
The instant realization struck him, Idra could not help but feel a chill run through his entire body!
Divine grace, protection, holy power... call it whatever you wanted. Every power bestowed by the Holy God crumbled and collapsed like a fortress piled from sand the instant it touched her!
Beaten back to its original form.
Bao Dacai had once come for this peculiar trait, lurking in the Resistance Camp