Fierce Battle with the Fallen God

This was no longer merely a rescue operation!

It was a battle against a god! Even if it was a fallen god, even if it was a god in poor condition, it was still an existence that possessed divine power and stood above ordinary life!

This truly made Ian feel a tiny bit of pressure.

Of course.

Only a tiny bit.

After all, it was not as though Ian had never slain a god before. He had done so once just before coming to this time and space. Now, he was merely challenging another "evil god."

Though he no longer had helpers like the God of the Underworld, who said Ian could not defeat such an existence in a one-on-one fight? Besides, even if he could not win, he could certainly outrun it.

The advantage was Ian's.

The choice was Ian's as well.

It could not be considered a guaranteed victory, but he was certain he would not lose too badly. With that confidence, Ian naturally wanted to see just how far he could go.

"Submit obediently! Become the support that sustains me!" The fallen god's roar was not a vibration of vocal cords, but a shriek that struck directly at the soul.

It was like countless shards of broken glass scraping against the inside of his skull.

The horrific sound even caused spiderweb cracks to appear in the incomparably sturdy obsidian walls, which had been layered with multiple defensive spells, sending stone dust raining down. To be fair, its voice was truly full of force. Beneath that seemingly withered humanoid shell lay divine power as filthy and vast as an abyss.

Then—

The fallen god raised an arm as thin and dry as a dead branch, yet the motion redirected the flow of energy throughout the entire underground space.