A Full-Bellied Burp

In the face of absolute speed and folded space, interception no longer had any meaning.

These old fellows were unwilling to unleash truly powerful strength. If they had genuinely joined forces, Jon would not have had much chance to do anything.

But fortunately, Jon had not faced that situation.

He merely shook his wings.

In an instant, space seemed to lose all meaning. Jon's consciousness seemed to plunge into a deep pool as countless strange, dreamlike colors flashed before his eyes.

The sensation reminded him of the time he had nearly died, when Helga had dragged him back from the world of the Death Goddess.

Back then, he had seen the most silent scene within the Azure Deep Sea, a beauty so profound that it made one's heart race beyond control.

Now, however, he saw another bizarre sight. He had already glimpsed the deepest secrets of the magical world; he had witnessed the destruction and birth of gods. This time, it was the power of space-time.

This was actually Jon's first attempt at doing this. Though he had previously used this property to hide himself, hiding and truly traveling through space were two entirely different concepts.

That instant felt as though he had traveled for a very, very long time—millions of years. In the eternal flow of time, even death seemed meaningless. Yet the time had truly been brief. In just a moment, he had arrived before the Wind Wheel.

But his timing was unfortunate. The Wind Wheel was locked in a contest of power with White Jade Capital, and his sudden arrival brought about an unfavorable change to the previous situation.

It was like an enormous basin of water suddenly being thrown into a blazing furnace, triggering a massive steam explosion. The power carried by the Wind Wheel and