The power he had taken such pride in, the power that had already touched upon the laws of reality.
Before the brute force that seemed capable of crushing all the restraints of those laws, it proved utterly fragile.
Zong Shen's figure emerged amid the bursting radiance, like a god of destruction walking out from within the sun.
He took a light step forward, ignoring the distance through space and appearing directly before the heavily wounded, barely breathing Mordician.
The five fingers of his black-armored left hand spread wide. Chaotic currents swirled around his palm as it clawed fiercely at the old mage's head with terrifying pressure capable of suppressing all things!
"The second."
The last trace of icy blue light in Mordician's eyes flickered violently.
He tried to gather his final sliver of strength to resist or teleport away.
But beneath Zong Shen's all-locking will and the suppression of chaotic power, the remnants of power within him froze solid like a frozen river.
Before his despairing gaze, that black-armored hand wreathed in ominous dark energy pressed down upon the crown of his head.
"Buzz!"
An incomparably powerful suction force surged forth.
This force was not trying to devour his life. Instead, it instantly locked every node through which energy circulated within his body.
Even his soul and consciousness seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand and completely sealed away.
Mordician's body went limp, the light in his eyes vanishing entirely. Like an empty skin with all its bones removed, he collapsed to the ground.
Then Zong Shen casually tossed him beside Olaf.
Olaf was actually fine as well; he had likewise been sealed by chaotic power.
This chaotic power was a universal form of energy—just that invincible and absurd.
Defeating the strong while weak was merely basic practice;