Bzzzt!
All at once, a violent pressure surged forth from the layers upon layers of Forgetting Runes.
Beneath its jet-black crystal skin, a red glow actually flickered. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Rays of energy erupted one after another, blasting several holes through the layers of Forgetting Runes. Through them, the struggling face of the Weird Crystal Terminator could vaguely be seen.
"Wahaha! Struggle, then! Struggle with everything you've got! It may be useless resistance, but it'll still give old Baye some entertainment! Wahaha! Green Beast, seal it already! We've struck it rich this time!"
Little Eight laughed arrogantly.
Green flipped through the pages of the Truth Book. The battle had reached this point; without absolute confidence, Green would never dare casually use the Forgotten Spacetime Sealing Art while facing the danger of magical backlash should the sealing art fail.
The Self-Sealing Art was still far from reaching its explosive limit. It could continue supporting Green in such an intensely violent battle state for quite some time. If he controlled himself as much as possible and compressed his energy output, maintaining it for several days would not be a problem. Back when Green had been a Level-Three Great Wizard in the Wizard World's Black Region, he had done exactly that.
Ignoring the Weird Crystal Terminator's final struggles, beneath the Face of Truth, six pairs of compound eyes and three tricolored light pupils—fifteen eyes in all—stared at that hazy gray illusory fissure.
"Forgetting World, the deeper layers of illusion, the fringe touched by the rules of the Endless World, the tiniest threads of planar dimensions... It is already very close to the Dimension Gap. To find the physical body of the Hope Light Sovereign, do I need to enter a deeply layered illusory world like this?"
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
Droplets