Time flew by.
Over the next three days, more and more ancient Origins in Hell were awakened by the attacks of that black-robed figure.
He issued his challenges at an ever-faster pace. In every corner of Hell, almost no Origin could escape his search.
Yet during those three days,
Dark Night City was unusually quiet.
Word spread like wildfire. Many creatures in Hell were saying that the powerful beings in Dark Night City who had yet to be challenged were cultivating in seclusion, preparing to push further into the laws.
Before the final showdown, they intended to confront that seemingly invincible black-robed figure head-on.
Then, on the fourth day,
The many Origins and Fallen who had been defeated in Hell gathered in a great city in the north. They formed an imposing force of dozens of Origins, the greatest display of unity Hell had seen in thousands of years.
They clamored furiously for a battle with that black-robed figure.
On the fifth day,
The black-robed figure arrived as promised.
He descended like a sovereign coming to claim his dominion. Before the battle even began, the assembled Origins witnessed the greatest display of spatial laws he had ever unleashed.
Dozens of Origins were effortlessly separated and teleported to every corner of Hell, leaving only those who had yet to fight him.
Almost instantly, the newly formed alliance fell apart.
For all of them were subject to Hell's restrictions.
Without the ability to teleport on a large scale, regrouping within a short time was nothing but a pipe dream.
This encounter also drove them all to a despairing realization.
The times had changed.
If you could not control the laws, you would not even have a chance to touch him.
The laws had become the greatest gulf standing before these powerhouses of