Crack!
The Black Hole Sword was shattered to pieces. Li Aozi pushed away his chest, seized the advantage, raised his sharp blade, and stabbed toward Leoz's heart.
At that moment, Leoz thought: perhaps, [Twilight Duke] is right.
Violence, when reaching a certain level, is truly just the most insignificant thing.
A single word, a spirit, an idea, a concept.
A purely subjective, metaphysical force.
These things cannot be sliced by swords nor shattered by physics.
It doesn't depend on how strong your strength is, how large a stone you can shatter, nor how great you can be to create the heaven and earth, sun, and moon.
[Twilight Duke], or rather the strength of the [Void] Pathway's Quasi-Supreme God, is unattainable for cannon fodder deities like Leoz for a lifetime.
Just like beasts only know how to bite and scratch, but humans use bows and spears.
Leoz is that beast.
