The third battlefield, where the Abyssal Demon King was stationed.
Reinforcements from the Heretic Sequence had arrived once more, transforming into a massive logical barrier that helped the White Jade Devil Lord withstand the Abyssal Demon King's lethal assault.
The battle was incomparably fierce. A palm like a dark abyss could crush the eternal ages of space and time.
Yet against a barrier woven from countless logics, it still could not shatter it in a single blow.
The immense impact tore open countless cracks in space-time, and the logical network barrier was rapidly caving in.
But it would take at least two more breaths before it was completely destroyed.
The Abyssal Demon King's gaze darkened. Although he had already interrupted two third-rank powerhouses from advancing to the second rank, in substance, he had merely made them expend a portion of their Sequence power. They themselves had suffered no injury whatsoever.
"What a pity. I can't inflict greater losses on them."
"This outsider truly is strategizing from the command tent. He really isn't giving me the slightest chance."
The God Emperor of Fate and the Mountain River Emperor faced each other in the sky, their Final Logic Prototypes appearing in every corner of the Blue Light Demon Domain.
The two forces were frantically grinding against one another, seeking an opportunity to utterly defeat the other.
Though it was almost impossible, through mutual restraint and collision, they could gain a deeper understanding of each other's logic.
Given the accumulation of long years, they might perhaps find a flaw in the other's logic.
The Mountain River Earth Emperor continued to sneer. "That makes three already. The Abyssal Demon King has at least a ninety-percent chance of interrupting them all."
The God Emperor of Fate chuckled. "So what? If they are interrupted, that is