Li Aozi admitted that his ability to freeze ti was limited.
After all, ti as such didn’t exist in the world; strictly speaking, he was just compressing the spaceti around him through gravity to a halt.
This was different from a general ti stop; the ti he personally experienced continued to move forward, and he could still be injured or killed because of it. Even though the attributes and developnt level of arcane energy by Crescent Moon were high, he was still inferior to his opponent due to the sa rank and the oppression by arcane energy.
Unlike in novels and movies, Crescent Moon was verbose, but they took last-hitting seriously. After an initial scorn, they unleashed their full power for a saturation strike against Li Aozi.
The entire city of Trevela crumbled under the dinsional slash, with spaceti in disarray; the comrcial streets fell towards two-dinsionality, subways plumted like dying dragons towards the administrative centers, and residential and industrial areas collided chaotically and overlapped.
People’s bodies were dissected and patched up; when they regained consciousness, they found parts of their bodies on the other side of a wall, clearly seeing their own intestines wriggling quietly on car windshields.
The entire process of destruction was silent.
The most terrifying aspect of Crescent Moon’s arcane energy wasn’t its destructive power, but the fact that dinsional attacks ca without any warning, impossible to preempt, largely resisted only by raw strength, causing a terror to the civilians of interstellar civilization far greater than any weapon, as even nuclear and starburst cannons gave a sign, still leaving a chance to escape.
Under Crescent Moon’s dinsional downgrading assault, no facility could escape, the veiled panic it induced was more terrifying than the actual damage inflicted by Crescent Moon.
Whether you were a bureaucrat, mber of the wealthy scholarly faction, or ordinary civilians, under the rciless cuts of the dinsional slash, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to scream before being dismbered.
The only limitation of Crescent Moon was that their range of arcane energy attack was limited, requiring both hands to be used as the dium no matter what.
After perceiving ti for 19 seconds, Trevela was declared completely destroyed, both legally and geographically.
Had it been another of Zeta Rank, they’d have died countless tis under such brutal and fierce bombardnt.
"Hey! Li Aozi?! Aren’t you just making yourself an easy target?"
Zaniya kept shouting:
"Quickly end the ti freeze, tear open a rift and escape now, there’s still a chance to survive, run!"
Under such an infinite dinsional slash, Li Aozi had absolutely no ability to resist, but fortunately, being of Zeta Rank and under the effect of the ti freeze, his health points had not been deducted yet.
He couldn’t find Crescent Moon, nor was it possible to find them, not even with the Eye of Truth.
Because Crescent Moon wasn’t even in this dinsion.
This suffocating gap in strength, in various senses, explained the terrifying degree of a dinsional downgrading assault.
But even so, Li Aozi, who was sliced into countless fragnts, still held a firm belief.
In his fragnted pupils, the purple-red nebula still shimred.
His mana recovery continued, and the curse persisted.
Catching that guy through the echo of gravity was impossible for the ti being; instead of wasting mana to prematurely end the ti freeze, it was better to confront him directly.
"Li Aozi, let’s stop fighting, we will definitely be stronger than this enemy in the future, run now!"
Zaniya was almost crying, her tone filled with urgency:
"You will truly die like this, you haven’t even injured the opponent, and they’ve already sliced you up, once spaceti resus flowing, you will die! You will die even more miserably than the real Li Aozi!"
Li Aozi didn’t say much:
"I’m not the sa as that waste Li Aozi. He couldn’t handle dying once, but from a physiological standpoint, I’ve already died three tis."
"But this ti—you will really die."
"No matter how many tis I die, I’ll climb back from hell."
"...You’re lying to ."
"I’m not lying to you. With the ability of [Bloodline], my life force is tenacious, plus the favor of the planet, I will periodically recover my life. With this set of attacks, I’d at most enter a near-death state, he won’t co to his senses about personally, and I won’t face my end."
Besides, even if I died, it would just an switching to another implant gear body.
Zaniya didn’t believe his words.
"I sensed it with Divine Power before, Leoz," Zaniya said with a voice tinged with sadness, resembling a little girl trying her best not to cry:
"You’re going to die. I asked those entities who told this, and the feedback from the Divine Power was consistent—you will die, ’Society’ will devour the planet, and I will be left with nothing."
[Zaniya...]
"My civilization is gone, my master is gone, the successor of my master doesn’t want , and this planet is nearly gone too. I’ve waited so long, so very long—finally, a new Sword Bearer has arrived. He’s handso and fun, daring to draw his sword directly in the face of overwhelming power, even if it’s a Narrative-Level Civilization—he dares to challenge it—I like him so much."
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Zaniya pleaded:
"Please, Leoz, I don’t want to lose another partner. Draw out, and I’ll use all my strength to help you escape. You’re rich, right? You also have those undying little servant sprites, and you have . We can make a coback."
[Zaniya.]
Li Aozi tried to soothe her:
[I have a chanic friend, who once said sothing to that no one could refuse upon hearing.]
Zaniya fell silent, quietly listening.
Li Aozi told her:
[Trust .]
"...I can’t afford to lose anymore."
With that statent, Zaniya didn’t respond anymore.
Li Aozi had many conversations with her, but their soul-to-soul interaction was just a mont.
He turned his head and continued focusing on his next move.
[I can’t possibly escape.]
On this planet, there’s Newbie Village which he and the players built together, his dear brothers Lucite and Hobbs, many friendly classmates, the Aid Study Society he started, the refugees he had settled, and the Nikita family he invited over.
And of course, there’s the diligent Yavin Heskixin.
These individuals could be seen as burdens, but they are also his empowernt; each one had helped him in the past and now, and their future rested upon his shoulders.
"This isn’t about whether I should, but that I can, so, I’m going in."
Li Aozi’s tactics were not complex; he simply treated himself as bait, that’s all.
"For , there’s no retreating, only moving forward."
The Calamity might unleash so catastrophe, but Li Aozi was actually unfamiliar with Arcane Energy and didn’t trust it; nevertheless, he was willing to strike first.
As a fellow Sovereign, Canyue understood the Traits of the Implant Gear body, and he would definitely appear at the ti, using his Arcane Energy-wielding hands to thoroughly seal himself in two dinsions.
So, he was bound to show up.
Canyue knew this too, if he didn’t show up and just waited for Li Aozi to die naturally, it would give Li Aozi a chance to transfer to an Implant Gear body—faced with the explicitly hostile Li Aozi, would Canyue really allow him to live?
Not necessarily.
Canyue didn’t need to eliminate Li Aozi; he had already obtained the Fragnt of the Eye of Discernnt, and from his perspective, whether Li Aozi was aware of this or not—perhaps he knew, perhaps he didn’t.
Li Aozi decided to bet on it.
Canyue’s worldview is ’Social Darwinism’; those with this belief are easily radical, they advocate predation upon others while lacking a sense of security themselves. They might kill others on impulse, believing that only the dead can keep secrets definitely; ideally, they prefer only themselves to remain in the world, so much so that they wouldn’t even trust their consciousness backups, worrying that their successors might surpass them, the type to desire grinding even themselves to dust.
When in doubt, annihilate the Nine Tribes; it’s best to also kill the executioners and then those who execute the executioners.
Li Aozi decided to gamble—betting that Canyue would decide upon a killing intention and make a move to finish him off.
[You mustn’t show any rcy, Canyue, I’m begging you, Canyue, you have to finish the job!]
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