Stalemate Battle

Ian also possessed divine authority.

The divine rank of the God of Paradox did not conflict with his Legendary rank.

As Ian wielded his divine authority, the whirlwind suddenly stalled. Before the devoured "Ian" dissipated, a cold smile curled across his lips. Then, the silver-gray spike of light, thrown by Ian from another reality, shot straight at the whirlwind's core—the "fragmentary divine core" hidden deep within its eye, formed from congealed pain.

"Boom—!"

The spike of light collided with the whirlwind's core, unleashing a soundless shockwave. There were no flames, no explosion—only pure "logical collapse" spreading outward. Space shattered like glass, exposing the chaotic void behind it; time fractured in that instant, fragments of past and future drifting down like rain.

The fallen god let out an inhuman howl. Its whirlwind form began to twist, its wind speed plummeting as those anguished faces crumbled one by one beneath the spike's corrosion, turning to ash.

Of course.

This still did not harm the fallen god's essence.

However.

It made the fallen god all the more uncertain and alarmed.

It had never encountered an attack like this.

It was not destroying its power, but denying the logic of its existence. The essence of paradox authority was "unreasonable reality," while it had been built upon "forgotten reason."

"You... dare... alter the foundations of reality!"

The fallen god stared at Ian in utter shock.

"Why not?"

Using the recoil from that strike, Ian forcibly steadied himself. He dropped to one knee, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth, his right arm twisted at an unnatural angle—the collision had been far more severe than he had imagined. His magic power was nearly depleted, and his Legendary rank was violently trembling, as though it might collapse at any moment.

But he did not fall.