Facing the Sun Saint's Desperate Strike, Naimus felt as though the entire composition was about to be torn apart.
Once the composition was damaged, Naimus and the many survivors within it would be exposed to the "unknown."
Though Naimus was equally unwavering in conviction, his development of soul and spirit was inferior to the Sun Saint's.
Even with the Sun God's support, the Sun Saint could only expose his existence to the "unknown" for a few cycles of thought.
Naimus was even less capable of doing so.
Once his existence was exposed to the "unknown," he would likely reach his limit after only two or three thoughts.
Therefore, the composition could not be destroyed.
"If it were just me alone, I might really lose. But unfortunately!" Naimus's thoughts turned as he conveyed this message.
In a simple duel, he was no match for the Sun Saint.
There was nothing shameful about that.
The Sun Saint had existed for several thousand years.
The Sun God might have existed since the Mythic Age, when the world had first been created.
What about Naimus?
He had only transmigrated around thirty years ago.
He had made his name in his twenties, then suffered a steep decline. In the end, after three years in the Abyss and less than three years with the Azure Sky Whale, he had finally made something of himself.
Time was not the only measure of growth, but regardless, Naimus had only truly developed for six years.
In less than those six years, Naimus had broken through the limitations of a Variant Demon, condensed a Legendary Breed avatar, established the Fictional Protocol, claimed the Azure Sky Whale, become a Demon Lord, and more.
None of those things had been easy.
Moreover, Naimus had changed from a human into a Demon.
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