Fully aware that, as a Star Spirit, she could not take down Dystopia's master, the Halloween Queen grabbed the boy by the collar and rapidly retreated, putting distance between them and the domain that gnawed at Spirits.
Yet the sensation of being devoured had only lessened somewhat; it still clung to them like a shadow.
"Your Majesty, is there any way to get out of this space?"
The God of War, whose Spirit had already been gnawed down to the level of an ordinary four-digit, was not in a hurry. After slaying the evil dragon, the Spirit of the Zoroastrian God of War had become dispensable to him.
Even if it were devoured completely, Li Zihan would not be particularly distressed.
"No. I already said it—the boundary lines here have been sealed off by the Dystopia Demon King's authority."
The queen stubbornly pulled a beautiful face, a trace of unwillingness flashing through her eyes. By all rights, no one in Little Garden could interfere with her boundary lines, yet the Dystopia Demon King had indirectly accomplished this miracle through a forceful method.
"And space itself has gone wrong. This entire region has been separated out. Conceptually speaking, it is already another world that does not belong to Little Garden. If we want to leave, we can only shatter it. Or..."
"Or kill him."
The God of War, already weakened to four-digit status, smiled faintly and spoke the words the Halloween Queen had wanted to say. Then he stepped toward the Tyrannical Ruler.
"Get ready to open Little Garden's Boundary Gate. I'll try to kill this guy. If I can't, I'll break this birdcage. When that happens, I'll need you to send him to my world."
"Are you planning to challenge him as Rama, or as the unfinished 'Hero of Apocalypse