Xu Zimo immediately sensed that something was wrong.
It was a force that settled directly upon his will.
It was as though it were stirring his thoughts, invading his consciousness.
Attempting to control him.
People often spoke of possession.
In truth, this was very similar to possession.
It was a dimensional strike against you from the level of thought.
Xu Zimo opened his eyes and felt as though hundreds of millions of spirits and zeros were continuously howling before him.
As his consciousness sank, they sought to tear him into pieces.
Seeing that Xu Zimo seemed to be temporarily trapped, the God of Magic at his side did not hesitate in the slightest.
He made his move.
The sea of magic behind him churned like raging waves.
Within the sea of magic, a consciousness body began to awaken.
A giant slowly rose from the sea of magic.
A giant condensed from dark-blue magical power.
The giant's eyes were abyssally deep.
He held a giant axe in his hand.
An even more terrifying power was brewing atop that axe.
With a whoosh.
In an instant, the giant moved with clean, decisive precision.
It was as though he had rehearsed it countless times.
The giant raised his axe and viciously chopped down at Xu Zimo.
Under this axe, countless spells erupted into frenzy.
The void was as fragile as tofu, instantly sliced into fragments.
Immediately after, even heaven and earth seemed to be shaken.
All time and space came to a standstill.
Only this single axe existed between heaven and earth.
Rumble, rumble.
Boundless power surged in violent upheaval.
At this moment, Xu Zimo's mind was being entangled by the Netherworld as he continuously fought against those spirits and zeros.
He had no attention to spare for the God of Magic.
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