The Storm God attacked, the Goddess of Precepts controlled the field, and the Sun God cut off the last route of retreat.
An inescapable death trap had taken shape at that moment.
In the current situation, one or two types of power no longer had any effect.
The gale crossed the distance of a single thought in an instant, destroying even the structure of Naimus's Astral Realm thought essence.
The divine protection around Naimus was destroyed in an instant.
The defensive system he had constructed was filled with internal chaos due to the Goddess of Precepts' restrictions, making it utterly incapable of displaying its intended effectiveness.
Under such circumstances, Naimus would die almost with the very next turn of thought!
Yet at that very moment, the Elder God aura around Naimus changed.
A broken, twisted number surfaced upon him, carrying an intense taboo aura and the sinful taint of a curse of fate.
The raging wind was blocked, then swallowed by that power.
The dense stellar mist turned into black fog at that moment, and the savage power of calamity in turn suppressed the storm.
"It seems you have forgotten... I am not a god, but a Demon!" Naimus's words emerged alongside the calamity of the Abyss.
The Abyss was a gathering of chaos and ruin. It devoured all decayed things, contained and occupied them, and thus developed an unprecedented aggressiveness.
If not for the hundreds of millions of years of struggle that had brought Demons and gods into a state of balance, the Abyss would have been far less tranquil than it appeared.
As a Demon Prince, Naimus could rightfully mobilize the power of the Abyss.
In that regard, the Will of the Abyss had established this "agreement" from the very beginning.
As an agent of the Abyss's power,