But this was within Li Qing's military formation logic domain, and the Lord of Night Roaming's speed was clearly restricted.
Unable to shake off the God of Slaughter's entanglement, he had already fallen into a disadvantage.
The fall of the Lord of Day Roaming made him feel incomparably threatened.
He frantically pushed his status, trying to connect with his first true body, but the connection remained hazy and impossible to establish.
His heart was instantly filled with horror. "Not good. This place can actually sever my connection to my first true body. No, I have to break out of here."
The next instant, he abruptly transformed all his logic into a stretch of night. This night was like the darkness fading before dawn, vanishing at an utterly extreme speed.
The night shot straight toward the sky, where the military formation logic domain was clearly weaker.
The God of Slaughter pursued from behind and fiercely slashed out with his blade. Though launched later, the strike arrived first, catching up to the night in an instant.
Yet the night forcibly endured that slash. Even as golden blood fell from within it, it did not slow in the slightest.
The Lord of Night Roaming sensed the threat to his life. He would rather take a blow than fail to escape, and a gash split open across him under the terrifying power.
A logic that destroyed everything spread wildly.
Just as he was about to break free, the figure of Li Qing, Lord of War, descended in an instant.
A fist descended lightly. The next moment, the logic of war transformed into an army of thousands upon thousands, sweeping down upon the rising night.
The torrent of night collided with the torrent of countless troops, exploding into innumerable shockwaves.
The night was ultimately stopped,