As he thought this, his gaze remained on the battlefield. After landing a devastating blow on the Dark Divine Realm, the Dawn immediately began charging up for another shot without pausing.
At the previous rate, with its hundredfold acceleration, it would take at most four seconds to finish.
The crisis of life and death spurred Amon into action. The artillery fire that had left even Saints breathless had finally made the Dark God abandon all illusions of hope. Reluctantly, he glanced at the shattered Dark Continent, then swept up the surviving hybrid beings and, without hesitation, turned into a cloud of black mist that traversed spacetime.
Lin Zhichen frowned slightly. He discovered that the divine power seal he had created by radiating across the myriad worlds with the Golden Great Sun was completely ineffective against the arrow-like black mist. Amon only had to move, and he easily pierced the spacetime dimensions, appearing in another.
"What a slippery eel." He chuckled.
A divine realm—or any dimensional heavenly realm—was, to a Saint, equivalent to an interstellar fortress that concentrated supplies, rapidly recharged, repaired injuries, and advanced cultivation all in one. With its enhancements, one's power increased substantially, enough to crush others at the same level.
But once this "interstellar base" was abandoned, a lone Saint's threat diminished greatly—especially when exposed to the guns of another Saint's "interstellar fortress."
The next second, amid a powerful surge of psionic energy, Amon, who had been constantly traversing spacetime dimensions, saw a flash before his eyes and abruptly found himself facing the Golden Sun.
His heart sank. He immediately understood what had happened: time had been rewound, dragging him straight from the present into the past!
"Amon, you can't escape."
The Golden Throne had now merged with the entire Dawn Titan Ship, while Lin Zhichen's will