The Dream River flowed slowly, with neither beginning nor end.
Suddenly, Nameless sat up from the water, droplets pattering down.
He lowered his head to look at his face reflected on the water's surface. Only after a long while did he let out a heavy breath, venting the frustration in his heart.
One second!
After the Dark King opened his Black Realm, he had lasted only one second before dying.
What was even more humiliating was that, before he died, he had seen the Dark King close the Black Realm at top speed. In other words, when the Dark King said, "Don't die," he had not been joking. At least in that moment, the Dark King truly had not intended to kill him.
"How could there be such a terrifying attack in this world?"
Nameless recalled the attack that came after the Dark King opened his Black Realm and could not help muttering to himself.
He did not know where the attack had come from.
It had suddenly descended upon him. Then his body had been swallowed by darkness, and even the space-time he occupied had vanished along with him.
Impossible to understand, impossible to resist, nowhere to run!
Nameless sat quietly upon the water, thinking. Only after a long time did he slowly say, "There is no answer. It was actually an unsolvable power. No... the only solution is a power even more extreme than the Dark King's."
Put plainly, the Dark King's Black Realm relied on realm—on absolute, tyrannical force—to crush others. As long as someone's realm was inferior to the Dark King's and the quality of their abilities was lower than his, the Dark King could brutally break all techniques with sheer force.
Who could have imagined that the unrestrained, erratic, and violent Dark King had actually