Tri-Gong moved far too quickly—so quickly that Donnie and Raven had no time to join forces.
According to Donnie and Raven's original calculations, if Tri-Gong truly intended to make a move against Raven, it should have been a very, very long time from now. The leap from Quasi-Ninth Level to Ninth Level was even greater than the gap between an ordinary mortal and a Quasi-Ninth Level being.
Yet Tri-Gong's progress had been unimaginably fast. Devouring a Saitorak had actually qualified him to break through the Hyper-Cosmic boundary. It was simply... inconceivable.
It made no sense at all.
Consumed by fury, Donnie charged coldly into Hell, turning into a streak of light as he lunged at Tri-Gong. A powerful beam of energy blasted straight into Tri-Gong's body.
Tri-Gong merely chuckled, the expression on his face growing increasingly vicious. With one slap, he knocked away the beam. His six eyes widened as blood-red Heat Vision burst forth and rushed toward Donnie.
"Donnie! You never learn your lesson! This time, you've lost again!" Tri-Gong laughed.
Donnie's face remained cold as he flung out the Father Box. It expanded in an instant, its powerful barrier crushing the Heat Vision before surging down upon Tri-Gong's head.
It was like a black wall descending from the heavens, suppressing a crimson giant.
Streams of White Light powerful enough to shatter universes fired continuously, flowing across the Father Box's surface before converging and bombarding Tri-Gong with piercing roars.
White bolts of lightning savagely struck Tri-Gong's red skin, leaving scorched marks across it.
"Boring."
Tri-Gong stretched out one hand and let out a low roar. He forcibly endured the rapidly descending barrier of the Father Box, bracing himself against it before explosively overturning it and hurling it into the distance.
"You're only fit to use this junk you stole