That was Asura's memory replay.
That was the magnificent scene of Aga Asura Qi piloting the Emperor Body Asura, wielding the Great Central Emperor in a bloody battle among the stars.
But it was also... Asura being sealed within a Dimensional Trap.
That Night Demon Bird...
This Ghost Nether King...
Their methods of laying traps were identical!
Their insidious fighting styles were identical!
That Dimensional Trap.
This Hell Realm Star...
The two served exactly the same function.
So from beginning to end, the other party's opening words had been meant to numb him.
What nonsense about this imitation being pretty good too...
So from beginning to end, the other party had known that Asura's attack power far exceeded the SS realm.
He had clearly struck the opponent's body several times in succession just now, yet it had still fought him head-on.
It was not because the SSS-grade Ghost Nether King's defenses were so powerful that they could ignore Asura's slashes.
It was because Asura's slashes were too powerful and Asura's speed too swift, leaving Ghost Nether King unable to use its lethal attacks at all.
It could not lock on...
It could not track...
So Gabriel, this Great Devil God pilot, had repeatedly clashed with him without revealing the slightest intention...
Using the overwhelming battle to conceal his true purpose.
Gabriel, this super ace pilot, had finally used his combat wisdom and powerful mecha to lure Mu Fan into a trap.
Everything, all of it, had been for the sake of setting up a dead end capable of sufficiently sealing off Asura's evasive space.
A dead end enough to erase Asura's advantage!
Ghost Nether King, its abdomen marked by three diagonal slash wounds, instantly appeared on Hell Realm Star's surface. Its entire body was wrapped in a black cloak, yet