Very little time had passed in the battle outside.
The wounds on Loa's body were still slowly healing. Blue-black divine blood dripped down his robes, pooling on the charred rock beneath his feet.
His eyes were closed, his breathing so steady that he hardly seemed like someone whose left arm had just been severed.
Still trying to scare me on death's door, Yilikasi sneered inwardly.
He had no idea what Loa was doing, but whatever it was, he could not let it continue.
He could feel the divine power circulating around Loa accelerating-not weakening, not falling into disorder, but moving at a peculiar frequency he had never encountered before.
That frequency resembled no rhythm of Profound Mysteries fusion, yet it set his instincts screaming in warning.
Though he felt disdain, more than a hundred million years of combat experience told him that the most dangerous moment on a battlefield was not when an enemy was at their strongest, but when he could not understand what they were doing.
He tightened his grip on his blood sword, no longer probing, no longer delaying.
He raised the blood sword overhead. Dark-red sword light gathered frantically along its blade as another all-out strike of four Profound Mysteries fusion took shape-Blood Devouring, Soul-Shadow God-Slaying Slash!
This time, he held nothing back, pouring all his recovered divine power into the strike.
The sword light slashed out, tearing a hideous rift through space along its dark-red path. On the soul level, a dark-red sword shadow simultaneously slashed toward Loa's sea of consciousness.
At that very instant, the space in front of Loa suddenly shattered.
It was not torn apart by an external force or cleaved open by sword energy. Instead, from within-at a point three feet in front of Loa-space opened a rift several meters across