"Moreover, many of these logics were completely at odds with one another. How had he fused them so perfectly?"
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but the Thorn Hand's defeat was already inevitable.
With his current level of power, he could not break through the logic held by his opponent.
The Thorn Sect Leader had already seen the outcome, and a trace of contemplation appeared in his eyes.
With a thought, the logic that had originally spread everywhere underwent a subtle change.
His logic had originally sprouted countless strange roots that absorbed all matter, energy, and even space-time within the void.
But now, those roots began to emit a strange black mist.
This mist was highly unusual, containing a special power.
The massive sword of logic, which had originally been effective against the roots and stems, rapidly began to show signs of collapse after coming into contact with the black mist.
All logic that touched the mist, aside from Civilization Order Logic and underlying logic, rapidly collapsed if it was below those two levels.
This mist seemed capable of dissolving lower-level logic, and within it dwelled a special logical power.
Even Civilization Order Logic and underlying logic were collapsing bit by bit, though at a slower pace.
The Lord of Human Dao swiftly mobilized all manner of logic, continually probing the nature of the mist's power.
Very soon, he found three types of logic that could clearly exert some influence over the dark mist, but they could only hold it back, not dissolve it.
The Lord of Human Dao's expression turned incomparably grave.
In this clash, he suddenly saw the flaw in Civilization Logic.
If Civilization Logic relied solely on the mutual restraint between its own logics, then the upper limit of its power lay in the types and quantity