But the moment he shattered the void and emerged again, his heart plunged into an icy abyss.
They had appeared in the same place once again.
"How could this happen?!"
Aivier's breathing came fast.
"We can't escape."
Dreamweaver slowly regained her composure, suppressed the corruption on her neck, and turned little by little toward the warship, her voice laced with killing intent.
"If that fellow really is the Truth God King you spoke of, then don't even think about escaping his control until you reach his rank."
Because his commands were truth.
If he did not want you to leave.
You could not leave.
Lynn finally calmed down as well. He did not try again, because he knew Dreamweaver was right.
This was not the North Sea. This was not Hell. There was no being like Painter here to hold everything in check, and he was not even a Firstborn. How could he escape that god's control?
Lynn slowly glanced sideways and turned his head.
The Trident in his hand hummed repeatedly, and the flames of the trinity burned over his entire body.
His heart was ice-cold.
"But there's actually another way. If I force a path open with trinity power, perhaps I can break free of his restrictions to some extent. His truth has limited influence over the power of the Outer Cosmos."
Dreamweaver laughed and said:
"If you were as strong as I am now, then yes, you could."
The gap in their ranks was too great.
Just as during the Battle of Heaven, they had thought that wielding trinity power would let them kill the Great Lord of that era and crush the Lord of the End in his cradle. But the outcome had made everything clear.
"We were never a match for him, because we didn't