The instant the force descended, Naimus drew a Sword of Fortune as well, linking to the surrounding elements and slashing out.
The wind began to roar in an instant, while Naimus swiftly retreated, shooting away through this desolate land.
Compared to the Sun Saint, Naimus was now at an absolute intelligence disadvantage.
Naimus had never believed that the Sun God and he were the same person.
A possibility was a possibility, and he was himself.
They could not be lumped together.
And the current situation might be even more troublesome.
The Sun God no longer possessed the construct known as a True Spirit. Whatever the reason, the other party and he had already made their own choices.
Under such circumstances, the other party was effectively an individual who possessed most of his traits and early memories, had arrived in a certain era ahead of time, and had long since developed and accumulated many things.
Though he did not understand why the other party had not found him sooner and reclaimed the True Spirit.
Instead, the Sun God had acted against him because of the appearance of the Mudspot Mark.
But he knew that the Sun God was undoubtedly the most terrifying opponent at this moment.
Their understandings and choices differed, but with the Sun God's abilities, he could fully simulate Naimus's understanding and thoughts.
Combined with his dominion over the power of fate, Naimus suspected that the Sun God had probably calculated everything about him down to the last detail long ago.
"Moreover, the Sun God was very likely watching me from the very beginning." Naimus finally understood completely.
The Sun God had always maintained some form of surveillance over his fate.
It was precisely because the Sun God had such a deep understanding of his fate that he had