Countless lotuses bloomed from around Oko's figure, then drifted outward in all directions across the sky.
At this sight, Fente's gaze darkened, and he immediately understood Oko's intentions.
Every one of these Scarlet Void Lotuses could serve as a casting medium for Oko's teleportation.
Thus, by scattering them throughout this space with a "cast a wide net" approach, Oko would effectively gain countless chances to alter his spatial position.
With this spatial Relic ability pushed to its utmost limit, even if Oko could not defeat Fente's insect horde head-on, he would still be able to keep circling around Fente from here on.
Heh, unable to clash with me head-on, so you're switching to a war of attrition?
Fente pondered coldly.
At the same time, orange-red blood mingled with murky tears before silently streaming from the wrinkled corners of his eyes.
This was the price Fente had to bear for activating "Spirit Realm."
Just like Sainsai before him.
Fente was now not only mentally exhausted and suffering stabbing pains in his nerves, but even his heart was gradually being shrouded in a gloomy haze of sorrow.
And the source of that haze was the memories Fente had suppressed deep within his heart for countless years.
That grand and radiant universe.
Those loyal compatriots, those vile enemies, that magnificent interstellar battlefield.
Those two civilization gods, irreconcilable as fire and water.
All these scenes began to flicker before Fente's eyes, telling him of a reality that no longer existed. They filled his heart with profound emptiness and grief, gradually luring him toward the pessimistic thought that "no matter what I do, it is all meaningless."
However, Fente had long grown accustomed to this negative effect, so his mind was still able to remain rational for now.
*Although "Endless Insect Proliferation" can grant me