King's Battle (II)

Time stopped again, but unlike before, a giant clock suddenly appeared behind Ian before the spear struck. The moment it stopped turning, time around him froze as well.

"Nicely done, Morgana." Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry. Your magic is draining rapidly," she warned. Ian's expression turned grim as he felt his enormous reserves of magic rapidly drying up from this one spell alone. Never in his life had Ian felt so weak from losing so much magic.

These damn Demon Gods have dimensions of their own. Casting Time Stop on them is practically the same as stopping time across the entire universe, Ian complained. The greater the range, the more difficult it was to affect time—and the stronger the soul, the greater its resistance to attacks like this.

If Ian possessed energy on the same scale as Watarris, he could use Time Stop at will and instantly kill him. Unfortunately, he was only at the Mid-Rank Demon God level, not even a High-Rank one. He had merely reached strength comparable to the King Level through extraordinary means.

Ian withdrew from the Death Sword's attack range. He stopped the spell and simultaneously used his reserve magic to replenish himself. Watarris could move again, and the smile vanished from his lips. He looked at Ian's pale face and the faint residual energy around him.

"Time Authority. Damn it." Watarris decided to stop playing cat and mouse. A world of blood slowly emerged behind him. Ian's expression turned grim as he realized what Watarris was doing. Just as gods could summon projections of their Divine Kingdoms to increase their power in the Material World, Demon Gods could do the same with their dimensions.

He raised his staff and cast two spells. The first activated another effect of the Gluttony Curse already