As the God of Craftsmen spoke, the Rules of the Outer Void were rewritten. A new Rule—"No attacks"—came into being. The Crawling Walker's tentacles and the hurled Gungnir, the Eternal Spear, stopped for a moment, then returned to their respective wielders.
The Otherworld was built on elements, and Rules governed those elements. All living and nonliving things operated under the sway of Rules. Even gods were no exception.
As soon as the rule took effect, the God of Craftsmen, Gond Frank, saw his right hand burst apart. Clouds of golden blood appeared beside it, then spread and vanished without a sound.
Changing a rule inevitably brought backlash. Without a Divine Kingdom covering the area, that backlash struck his body directly.
Gond De Frank seized the chance to blur his form. Space was unstable, and forcing his way through it might send him into an unknown plane, but that was better than facing a Greater Divine Power here.
Just as he was about to leave, a voice rang out.
"No teleportation!"
Gond De Frank's blurred form snapped back into focus.
Boom—
Jiang Hao's entire palm exploded. Golden blood drifted everywhere on the currents of the Outer Void's elements, but he paid it no mind. He merely smiled.
So he could change the Rules? I could do that too.
"Your Highness God of Agriculture Sandru, there's no conflict between us, is there?" Gond De Frank had been a god for untold years, his divine arrogance sunk deep into his bones. But now that he could no longer escape, even he could not maintain his dignity.
Jiang Hao had no intention of answering.
Villains died because they talked too much.
He was no villain, but it was still better to say nothing than risk an unexpected turn.
He raised his other hand. Surging