Blood Demon Youquan lowered his head and looked at the smooth gash across his chest.
That AT Field built from absolute idealism, that "wall of the heart" he believed could never be crossed, had been sliced open just like that.
Like a hot knife cutting through refrigerated butter, it had met no worthwhile resistance.
The "principle" that made up that sword—the marks of civilization from slash-and-burn farming to flying swords—had somehow taken precedence over the "power" he had squeezed from every living being on this planet.
Why had this happened?
His divine sense questioned it, but it could not change the final result.
Before he could react, the longsword in Zhang Qi's hand, forged from mountains and rivers, sun and moon, stars, and human history, broke apart in midair.
It turned into billions of the most basic runes, dispersing into the wind like fireflies that had completed their mission.
Then, a red spear appeared in Zhang Qi's hand.
It had not been created from nothing. Rather, it was as though a folded dimension had slowly unfolded.
Its double-helix structure, its texture unlike any known material in this universe, possessed a beauty that was both profane and sacred, twisting the laws themselves.
The Spear of Longinus.
The instant he saw the spear, thunder exploded within Blood Demon Youquan's divine sense.
He instantly understood what Zhang Qi intended to do.
It was not meant to inflict greater physical damage.
It was a key.
A key capable of directly opening the gates to the throne of a "god."
This madman intended to abandon every external advantage, abandon the supreme divine artifact that could even cut through an AT Field, and choose the most primitive, savage, and dangerous method: a battle of souls.
He was going to enter Unit-01's core, enter his spiritual world,