"You have no chance at all!" Naimus's Doppelganger stood outside, watching the two souls as though he had seen through their thoughts.
With a slight raise of his hand, everything around them seemed to freeze solid.
Space and time became some kind of amber, while the two of them were about to become insects trapped within it?
"How could a Doppelganger be this powerful?" Vislav could not understand.
Because thoughts could determine changes to the outside world within Fictional Space, the setup for a divine battle was simplified.
In the real Material Plane, all kinds of rules pulled and clashed against one another. It was far more difficult to control and manipulate things in a divine battle.
That required enormous numerical power.
Naimus's Doppelganger could not possibly possess that level of power.
Could the one outside be Naimus's true body, while the one in Fictional Space was the Doppelganger?
But that was not right either.
At that moment, neither of them could figure out why.
But neither intended to give up.
Hays, the Holy Walker, and the Holy Son also rushed out through the torn Fictional Space behind them.
Yet the moment they emerged, they felt their own "vitality" being rapidly enveloped, then frozen and controlled bit by bit.
"It has to be quick. From the looks of it, Anderon won't hold out much longer!" Vislav's thoughts shifted constantly as he searched for even a sliver of hope.
So long as it was not the very end, they would not give up.
"It's fabrication!" At that moment, the Holy Son suddenly spoke up in warning.
The words were like lightning, piercing through Vislav's soul and thoughts.
"So that's how it is!"
His thoughts shifted rapidly, and he discovered that the entire world had not frozen as completely as he had