"Damn it!"
"We can't let this go on! If we give him another opening, sooner or later he'll wear our people down until they die here!"
An Upper God spoke with a savage expression.
The Golden Youth narrowed his eyes, studying the charred corpse.
He could tell at a glance that this had been another near-instant kill. To overwhelm ordinary deities by such an enormous margin, Lynn's current power had probably approached the rank of a normal God King.
Although Lynn was still nowhere near a match for him.
If he let Lynn continue, however, the troops he had brought into the Sea of Mists would be picked off one by one.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
A deity beside him asked with a frown.
"We must find another way. This region is affecting us too severely. If we keep searching aimlessly like this, sooner or later he'll wear us all down."
The Golden Youth slowly raised his hand, silently watching the fluctuations of the laws representing Truth that swirled around it.
Those threads of law, which should have been orderly, were twisting and fluctuating restlessly in this region.
And that was despite being under the control of his divine spark.
"Have you finished surveying the boundaries of this region?"
"Your Majesty, we have. This place covers roughly the area of three planes of the Abyss, but its spatial structure is extremely strange. It has an expanse, yet no limits. Several areas also contain exceptionally dangerous spatial traps. The moment anyone steps into them, they're caught in spatial vortices. In some places, even time... is distorted."
The Golden Youth narrowed his eyes.
He closed his hand slightly, shattering the laws representing Truth in his palm. Pitch-black fluctuations of Chaos rose around him.
"Laws are never reliable."
"Then there's no