"Interesting. Is this a biological stress response?"
Edwin raised his head and looked at the shadows continuously emerging from the mist.
"The form of existence of higher-dimensional life has never depended on the material foundation of the three-dimensional world.
"What determines a higher-dimensional existence is information and self-perception..."
Edwin murmured.
In Eastern terms, this was called the "Dao."
This was also why Ultraman could revive on the spot even after being reduced to Photoids, so long as there were still children cheering for him in front of their televisions.
Because for this kind of higher-dimensional lifeform, the destruction of its material vessel meant nothing.
What he was doing now was denying the other party's existence at the informational level.
The fact that it had reacted under stress proved that he had pushed it to its limit.
And when it came to clashes on the spiritual level, he was a professional.
The next second, the edges of Edwin's body began to blur.
There were no dazzling light effects, no earth-shattering explosions.
His spiritual body began to expand wildly.
One meter, ten meters, a hundred meters...
In the blink of an eye, a phantom even larger than that gray-white fortress stood above the Spirit World.
The phantom had no facial features. Countless flickering characters and formulas flowed across its surface.
The phantom extended both hands and forcibly seized the rolling mist surrounding Sefirah Castle.
Two pure spiritual powers collided.
The sky of the Spirit World split apart.
This was not a figure of speech. It had truly split apart.
Black spatial cracks spread like a spiderweb, revealing behind them an absolute Nihility that could not be described with words.
"Is that all you've got?"
Edwin's voice rang out.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
A ball of pure white