Its form became even more chaotic and unstable, and the consciousness space around it began to twist and shatter due to its rampant energy fluctuations.
Those "eyes" flickered with an even more intense light than before.
The terrifying maw also grew larger, like a Reaper's scythe poised to harvest at any moment.
Ron felt an unprecedented pressure.
Since fully fusing his soul, he had never been so close to death.
In front of a target with such a huge power disparity, all his skills and knowledge seemed pale and weak.
Pure strength confrontation was meaningless here, and he must find a smarter way to respond.
"Calm... think..."
Ron forced himself to calm down and reassess the situation:
"No matter how powerful, every entity has its own patterns and limitations. Finding its weakness is the key to victory."
He began to observe more closely the Time Hound's patterns of movement, particularly its trajectory and energy flow in the consciousness space.
