The Dream Realm, imbued with an aura of chaos and clinging to the World Barrier, trembled incessantly.
One rainbow-colored bubble after another was torn apart by an invisible force. Amid the spray surging through the void like a tide, Roland's figure materialized again.
But barely had he found his footing before he let out a deep breath.
"What an utterly unreasonable power."
Before that power, which could evaporate a world outright and almost exceeded his comprehension, he had been silently erased, without so much as dust or a trace left behind.
Losing this portion of the Dream Realm was no great matter, but Roland had to bear the psychological blow in full.
Honestly, although he had guessed that a Demon God would possess power at least approaching that of an Angel of Heaven of Heavens, Roland had not expected one to be this terrifying even in an incomplete state.
At this point, Roland actually felt somewhat grateful that he could not move right now. Had he entered in his true body and found himself surrounded by numerous Demon Gods during a confrontation, it would surely have left him psychologically scarred.
He had absolutely no confidence in dealing with Othinus.
This had nothing to do with whether he was in a complete state. Within the confines of a single universe, Roland could hardly be called weak.
But the gap between the Demon Gods and him was even greater than the gap between him and the universe.
He had clearly seen Othinus unleash her killing blow and had even discerned the limits of the attack, yet when he tried to react, all that remained in his heart was the despair of being a moment too late.
Even when he analyzed a Demon God's essence and understood part of it, there were still