The defeated Demon Saint struggled with all his might, but it was futile. Rules amplified power: a force of one hundred and eighty might be amplified only tenfold or so, while a force of one, after amplification by a Rules System, could unleash a hundredfold its strength.
But now the Demon Saint's original rules had been twisted, and those twisted rules had failed to form a new system. As a result, in their clash, a fraction of his strength could produce only several times its force. It seemed impressive, but its might was several times weaker than Lin Zhichen's.
He had already been at a disadvantage in terms of reserves of power. Now, the Demon Saint was like someone with a galaxy pressing down on him. No matter how he struggled, he could only make the light orb—black-hole-like in appearance—waver. He could not break free of the giant hand's grip.
He lacked the raw strength to begin with, and had blundered into the Divine Realm, where his power was suppressed by two or three tenths. In these circumstances, he had been seized with a single palm, and lacked even the strength to escape. He could only struggle desperately as his rules were gradually dismantled, his efforts growing weaker and weaker until he lost all his
strength.
"Just as I thought. Brains are the greatest power." As Lin Zhichen wore down the Demon Saint's strength, he took the opportunity to analyze its shattered Rules System. Its incompleteness had exposed many of its mysteries, sending torrents of information coursing through his mind.
The Rule Wheel turning behind him grew ever brighter, its radiance dazzling.
If the Demon Saint had challenged him in the outside world, even with the combined power of the entire Divine Realm, Lin Zhichen could only have defeated his