Since the parasite was not Number One's real test target this time, only one answer remained.
Benjamin and Viola exchanged a glance, arriving at almost the same possibility at once.
The Central World.
More precisely, whatever was hidden inside the Central World.
"ROAR!!!"
Just then, an agonized psychic howl came from the distance.
It was not a sound wave in the true sense, but a psychic fluctuation, powerful enough to send ripples through the surrounding space.
Benjamin looked up and saw that the enormous superparasite had already lost the ability to resist.
Number One's immense planar body bore down on it. With a flash of dazzling white light, what remained of the parasite's body was forcibly torn into countless pieces.
Dark green corruption poured from its shattered body, only to dissipate rapidly in the pale blue radiance of the laws Number One released.
Its lingering psychic fluctuations were like the last flicker of a flame in the wind. They guttered feebly a few times before finally dying out.
With the parasite's death, the enormous Plane Cluster winding through the void lost its core as well.
The tightly connected black segments quickly broke apart, and the World Cluster, which had resembled a gigantic centipede, began to disintegrate.
Thousands of planes lost their unified control and scattered through the void like beads from a severed necklace, drifting chaotically on nothing but their own momentum.
At last, the battle was over.
Benjamin turned his gaze toward Number One in the distance.
Despite the many battle scars left on Number One's planar surface by such an intense fight, his immense power remained astonishingly abundant.
It was as though the battle that had shaken the void had been nothing more than a warm-up for him.
Undisguised longing appeared in Benjamin's eyes.
A Plane Wizard's combat