The void surrounding the Dark Dimension looked like a burning galaxy. All manner of light and shadow effects kept this vast region shrouded in radiance, and each burst of intense light was often accompanied by a world-shaking attack.
If the target had been a material planet rather than the Dark Dimension, it would probably have been blasted apart already.
Su Ming paid no attention to what was happening inside the black sphere. Seizing the right moment, he flew into Faltaris's path as it charged the Dark Dimension, pulled out the contracts from his belt pouch, and watched the two sheets of paper ignite without flame in the void. The sacred emblem of the Vishanti shone brilliantly.
As before, when a contract was witnessed, the phantoms of the Vishanti would flash through the air. But this time was different. The three shadows gradually solidified: a gigantic woman, a bald figure radiating silver light, and a tiger's head appeared.
A white domain spread open instantly. Faltaris, charging at the Dark Dimension, was sent crashing backward by a wall that suddenly appeared before it, and even the flames on its body dimmed.
It was not seriously injured, but the clash of laws had left its mind somewhat dazed.
The Vishanti represented order, while the "mutual slaughter" represented by Faltaris clearly did not belong to the order category. Their laws conflicted, and whichever side was weaker would suffer.
Su Ming darted behind the Vishanti and hid there with a trembling, frightened expression. "Vishanti, you finally came. The demon gods here have all gone insane."
Oshtur watched him calmly, not believing a single word of his performance. In a voice like birdsong, she said, "Deathstroke, we know your plan and have seen the Future. You need not put on such a pointless act."
Su Ming