Just how powerful is Moro when he unleashes his full power?
In the next second, Turles personally experienced an unprecedented sense of destructive pressure.
The towering pillars of lava were not inanimate objects; under Moro's control, they transformed into giant, fanged pythons with life, sealing off Turles from all sides.
The gravity on the ground beneath their feet became chaotic, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The energy of the earth's veins transformed into layers of invisible gravitational swamps, gripping Turles ' legs and vital energy tightly.
Each step was accompanied by the immense resistance of the collapsing earth's crust, severely hindering the range of motion.
Turles was forced to retreat amidst the raging flames and the tearing gravity, forcibly creating distance between himself and the enemy.
However, this was just the beginning.
Moro laughed wildly, raising his hands high towards the dark starry sky.
The surrounding star fields, those barren planets and silent asteroid belts, the remnants of life and stellar particles on them, all transformed into visible streams of light and converged wildly!
The entire starry sky was dyed a sickly deep purple and crimson.
The meteorite fragments and plasma storms that blotted out the sky were all refined into weapons by Moro!
A barrage of light spears and the immense pressure of the star core crashed down.
Turles gritted his teeth and used his maximum speed to weave through the gaps in the energy storm.
He tried to get close several times, but having learned his lesson, Moro didn't give him another chance for close combat.
Moro completely switched his combat mode to long-range magical bombardment and gravity control, raising his tactical vigilance to the extreme.
Despite the overwhelming impact of stardust, Turles forcefully tore through a defensive line and thrust his body several meters in front of Moro.
The fist had just begun to gather a golden aura.
With a sinister grin, Moro activated the void's repulsive force, causing his body to slide backward hundreds of meters.
Turles's punch could only futilely shatter the remaining lava remnant.
In close combat, they retreated at the first contact, and the rhythm was completely Control by Moro.
The offensive repeatedly failed.
Turles hardened his resolve and stopped blindly charging forward in a straight line.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he pressed two fingers together against his forehead.
His figure suddenly vanished on the spot.
Instant Transmission!
He seamlessly appeared above Moro's head, behind his back, and in his spellcasting blind spots, attempting to seize the gaps in Moro's spellcasting and forcefully unleash the Spirit Fission.
However, faced with this unpredictable Instant Transmission, Moro showed no panic whatsoever; instead, a cold, extremely contemptuous sneer appeared on his face.
"A boring little trick!"
As Moro retreated rapidly, he flicked his sleeves.
The dark purple demonic energy suddenly exploded, instantly transforming into hundreds and thousands of lifelike "illusionary bodies"!
A double deception of sight and smell.
Those countless illusory forms that filled the sky each exuded the same tyrannical pressure and evil aura as Moro himself.
Even the smallest details of muscle contractions are indistinguishable.
They formed an impenetrable killing formation from all directions, launching a frenzied attack on Turles!
Countless demonic claws and energy seals imbued with the power to shatter stars attacked simultaneously, completely engulfing Turles in a maelstrom of afterimages.
It's hard to tell if it's real or fake.
Faced with this saturation attack, Turles was unable to lock onto his main body simultaneously.
Left with no other choice, he could only forcefully suppress his agitation and close his eyes again.
A faint silver light flickered deep within his pupils.
" Ultra Instinct State!"
Relying entirely on his physical instincts, he evaded attacks with lightning precision, transforming into a streak of light amidst a sky full of claw shadows and bursts of light.
However, the drawbacks of this situation were fully exposed at this moment.
Turles could only manage extreme passive defense; he was completely unable to use his brain to organize a lethal and effective attack while dodging.
He became a sitting duck, unable to fight back.
The psychological frustration and repression made even his breathing heavy.
Despite possessing formidable combat power, they were effectively confined to the defensive end by the opponent's tactics.
What's even more disheartening is that Turles had already condensed a high-density energy shield around his body to resist Moro's Devouring Domain.
But that domineering demonic attraction ignored the barrier of the energy shield.
As if peeling away layers of an onion, it slowly and painstakingly sucked away the energy from Turles' body from a distance!
Ripples spread across the surface of the shield, and visible golden wisps of energy drifted uncontrollably toward the distant, high-up Moro's true form.
This is a despairing, slow death.
Turles gritted his teeth inwardly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
His earlier worries have now become a reality.
For an ancient behemoth like Moro, who has lived for countless years and possesses extremely rich combat experience, the Forced Spirit Fission must be based on the premise of "surprise attack".
Once the other party becomes wary and actively distances themselves, it becomes virtually impossible to succeed again.
The trump card has already expired.
The tactics also failed.
As the abundant energy within his body was continuously drained from his body, Turles ' physical strength and explosive power began to plummet.
As one's breath weakens, one's mood inevitably becomes heavy and anxious.
An imbalance in one's state of mind directly affects one's instinctive senses.
The faint silver light particles on his body surface began to flicker and become unstable.
Once a crack appears in one's mental defenses, the stringent accuracy required for dodging in the " Ultra Instinct State " will immediately begin to decline rapidly.
Moro's multiple illusory forms seized this fleeting opening!
The sharp claws tore through the air, grazing Turles ' arms and back, leaving trails of blood!
Turles hadn't felt this profound despair in a long time!
It seems that in each of his past encounters, he has been able to leverage his precognitive advantage as a time traveler to prepare for potential crises to some extent...
And driven by that constant pressure, he always seemed to be able to stay ahead of everyone else, shielding them from the wind and rain!
Whether it's the "general's" absolute military power or the legion's omnipresence!
He had become the one who " Control " everything!
But in front of this guy named Moro... he felt a long-lost sense of defeat...
In this one-on-one head-on confrontation!
When the "invincible" general is no longer invincible...
He was cunning and scheming, employing every possible method!
Still, one move behind...
Unable to turn the tide as they used to!
A resounding victory...
This deep-seated depression caused his spirits to plummet...
The silver light in the pupils faded!
Within the surging tides of energy!
Turles was powerless to fight back!
Its breath had almost completely dissipated...