In the Dark Universe.
A dark red metal spaceship traveled at eighty light-years per second.
Inside the cabin, Dongguan extended his consciousness into the shrunken Sealing Star before him, annihilating the divine body of the captured Death clone within.
I have to be careful. Dongguan condensed his immortal divine power into a long blade, using its annihilation power like a scalpel to make precise cuts.
He really could not use too much force. Otherwise, even though this Death clone's divine body was larger than that of an ordinary Demon Race Immortal, it could easily be destroyed outright.
Most importantly, the Sealing Star was only a valuable treasure. It was not like the real Star Tower, which could restrain even a World Beast.
Only by inscribing space-time secret patterns on it to strengthen its restraints, together with his control of space-time, had Dongguan completely restrained this fellow and prevented him from self-destructing.
50%... 40%... 30%... 20%...
Although Death did everything he could to remain conscious, his consciousness still grew hazy as his divine body weakened.
Stay awake. I have to stay awake, or I'll be enslaved and doomed forever.
To Dongguan's surprise, Death remained conscious even after his divine body had been reduced to ten percent.
This was a change brought about by willpower.
Even with only one percent of their divine bodies remaining, true Universe Venerables, though their strength became extremely weak,
could still forcibly remain conscious.
I'll need to work on my control in the future, Dongguan thought.
One requirement for becoming an Immortal was complete control over one's body, achieving a hundredfold force exertion.
An Immortal's control over their strength should have been complete.
But that applied only to their own strength. When burning divine power, they might not be able to control it completely, and that was