Exitar had never imagined that Karl would actually block his attack.
He had once used that attack to destroy an entire universe!
This brat's understanding of space was simply terrifying!
In a single instant, he had created tens of thousands of spatial layers in front of him.
This kind of power—
Had any of the Celestials ever possessed enough ability to do something like this?
What kind of terrifying pressure would that place on the soul?
This was far too monstrous.
"Your spatial power has indeed reached the level of the stronger beings among us Celestials."
"But how long can you keep it up?"
Exitar snorted coldly.
Creating one or two spatial layers was not difficult.
For them, that was nothing.
But creating tens of thousands of spatial layers in an instant was not something ordinary beings could accomplish.
Even he could not do it.
So what if Karl could block one attack?
Could he block several more?
A crimson light emerged from Exitar's palm.
His body seemed to be enveloped in molten lava.
He swung forward.
A stream of red lava shot toward Karl.
Compared to before, this portion of Exitar's power was even more condensed, even more terrifying.
Karl could even feel that this power had become tangible, as if it were an actual physical object.
It was like Exitar was holding a red spear and thrusting it straight at him.
But Karl was not nervous at all.
"You want to drain my power? Then you're overthinking things."
"Even I don't know how many of these I can create."
Karl sneered and repeated the same move.
With a wave of his hand, a vast number of spatial layers appeared.
Layer after layer of space stacked in front of him, as if countless ripples had emerged.
Karl's figure behind the spatial layers became somewhat distorted.
His silhouette turned illusory.
The Celestials understood.
It was not that Karl's figure had truly become illusory.
Instead, space had distorted their perception. They could no longer sense Karl's figure at all.
Even their powerful mental force, which had always been so effective, now seemed to have completely lost its use.
Exitar's attack was indeed powerful.
A weaker universe would have been pierced through by that terrifying strike.
However, the space in front of Karl had been twisted to the extreme.
It was like a distorted domain.
It caused Exitar's powerful force to be erased, annihilated, and exhausted completely.
Exitar remained unmoved.
He launched several more attacks.
However, his powerful energy attacks, which had always swept through everything in their path, immediately collapsed the moment they entered Karl's spatial domain.
That force, which had originally seemed tangible, instantly weakened, went limp, and dissipated.
Karl, on the other hand, was neither flushed nor out of breath. He did not look affected in the slightest.
The corner of Exitar's mouth twitched.
In the end, he stopped attacking entirely.
Attacking Karl served no purpose other than wasting his own power.
They could not even injure Karl in the slightest.
If he used too much of this immense power, perhaps he himself would be drained instead.
Seeing Exitar stop, Karl smiled brightly.
"What? Stopping already?"
"Then now, it's my turn."
Karl pushed both hands forward.
The countless spatial layers in front of him surged forward.
Pure space itself truly had no offensive power. It was even extremely peaceful, peaceful enough for ordinary people to live within it.
But shattered space was completely different.
The spatial layers shattered by Exitar had formed countless fragments and remnants.
Space was nothing like ordinary physical matter. It was not something that easily collapsed.
Once it shattered, it directly became spatial rifts and countless spatial fragments.
It was as if the space was densely packed with sharp broken blades.
They surged toward the Celestials.
Moreover, under Karl's interference, the surrounding space had become incomparably solid.
They could only withstand those attacks head-on.
This revealed just how powerful attacks from spatial rifts truly were.
Even the Celestials did not dare to endure them directly.
If their armor continued suffering this kind of attack, even they would not be able to bear it.
Crack!
Crack!
It sounded like pieces of glass shattering one after another.
Distortion spread everywhere.
Light could no longer travel normally through that region of space.
The Celestials were filled with fear.
Even their mental force was being swallowed by those omnipresent spatial layers.
"Too dangerous!"
"The surrounding space has all been shattered. We can only take this head-on!"
"Exitar, why did you have to waste so much power?"
Jemiah the Analyzer spoke helplessly.
As satisfying as their attacks had been earlier, that was how miserable their situation was now.
There were simply too many spatial fragments!
"Are you telling me you cannot withstand these spatial fragments?"
"They are only some spatial fragments."
Arishem the Judge snapped in frustration.
The other Celestials looked at him speechlessly.
Only some?
What kind of joke was that?
Dozens or hundreds of spatial fragments would indeed not be a problem for them.
Perhaps with a wave of their hands, those spatial fragments would be crushed directly.
But were the spatial fragments here merely dozens or hundreds?
Tens of thousands of spatial layers had been crushed.
The spatial fragments produced numbered in the hundreds of millions, perhaps even the trillions.
With such a dense number of them, crushing them all?
Impossible.
They were not beings who specialized in the Law of Space.
"Stop talking. Just endure it directly."
"With our racial link, we should be able to withstand it."
Exitar snorted coldly.
Powerful energy began brewing inside his body.
Light started flowing across his armor.
It was like writhing flame.
The other Celestials were the same.
All kinds of mysterious patterns began appearing across their armor.
That strange racial link was established once again.
The immense power inside their bodies surged forth.
The resistance on the surface of their armor was raised to the extreme.
In an instant, the collision began.
Those densely packed spatial rifts slammed directly into the bodies of the five Celestials.
Silently, the spatial rifts kept dissolving and changing.
Under this continuous assault, a large number of cracks appeared across the Celestials' armor.
Torn apart.
Repaired.
Torn apart.
Repaired.
The process repeated again and again.
However, there was simply too much shattered space.
Slowly, the balance around the Celestials was broken.
Their sturdy armor was torn open.
The energy cores inside were exposed.
In an instant, several Celestials suffered heavy injuries.
The energy inside their bodies began to be consumed.
One after another, the Celestials fell.
This brat—
He was actually this powerful?
With only one move, he had injured them?
(End of Chapter)
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