The dazzling light and terrifying heat were both split apart by the blade at that moment.
Countless currents of earth and wind were swiftly drawn forth, and the various images called hope were pulled by the sword in Naimus's hand, becoming this sword technique.
Sword of Fortune: Rise with the Wind!
The gale of the Wild Hunt seemed poised to tear the sun apart in an instant.
The terrifying heat was swept away by the hurricane, while a cool, lonely power surrounded them.
Naimus seized the opportunity to counterattack.
His blade swung, and countless deaths and hopes formed the spectacle of Death of the Sun.
Yet in the face of this attack, the sun merely chose to rise higher.
The instant Naimus made his move, the Sun Saint felt the earth reject him.
His control over the arrangements in this region had been broken.
"Human strength can only protect you for a while, Naimus." The Sun Saint rose higher, his entire body nearly merging with the sun in the sky.
"I'll wait until you're exhausted."
Naimus said nothing and simply continued manipulating the powers of earth and wind across the ground.
That was the situation now. Everything around them was an intersection of earth and wind elements, with the key lying in the people's "prayers" for foreign things within that power.
The world's laws had collapsed. Apart from earth and wind, nothing else remained here.
Foreign things were the resources that allowed the people of this Land of Ends to survive.
This artificial understanding had formed the core desire of the Land of Ends.
After finding that desire, Naimus had seized his chance to strike back—the "corpse" that had fallen at the entrance earlier.
Because Naimus had not understood the situation here before, he had used an artificial soul to