Irukuga, startled, hurriedly tried to seal the passage that had been pierced through, lest the divine power of Ilus and Iqi escape.
The palace here had been piled together from layer upon layer of interspatial voids. There was no special trickery involved; it had all been built bit by bit by his brothers under his influence.
Yet the interlayers were not fixed and still, but turned at every moment. Simply put, they were like seawater: even if a gap were punched through them, it would quickly close again. Like a hollow appearing in the sea, the waters on all sides would naturally flow over and fill it.
At this moment, the blue-robed Daoist's gaze flickered, and he secretly relaxed some of his strength.
It was a subtle change. By rights, the two sides were locked in a contest of strength. If he suddenly eased off here, the other side could choose to continue attacking him, but they could also make another choice.
Yet his battle experience was deep and seasoned. He knew that, trapped here as they were, the God King and God Queen would certainly first think of escaping this place rather than dealing with him.
That would inevitably bring them into conflict with the one who had just arrived.
Of course, as he had said before, he did not wholly understand the way alien gods thought. But even if they made a choice unfavorable to both sides, he was confident he could suppress them again. So why not give it a try?
When the divine man and woman sensed that the force opposing them had weakened and saw the breach directly ahead, they indeed had no intention of persisting.
As their divine power increased, they had gained the ability to think rationally. Continuing to fight would merely kill