Chapter 86: Hollow Origin
Dreadmarch surged forward, his divine body wrapped in roaring Zeten. His blade formed. And he struck.
Beasts collided.
Booms of godhood shattered the sky.
Their Zetens clashed like galaxies folding into each other. Each swing, each pulse of energy, echoed like the beginning of a new world. The battlefield cracked. The sky turned violet. Even the stars seemed to shake.
Dreadmarch simply raised both arms, and a tidal wave of pure Zeten Neba collapsed from the heavens, smashing toward Dedany like a divine punishment.
Dedany raised a single hand, and the wave split, not with force, but with authority.
Concept Erasure.
He whispered under his breath.
"Defense."
And Dreadmarch's barrier cracked.
Below, the once-invincible shield that protected the entire turtle flickered like a candle in a hurricane. The Zeten no longer obeyed the concept of "protection" it was just flowing aimlessly now.