The so-called spatial extension refers to how Solomon's magic changed the nature of space.
For example, take this straight path you're walking on. From your perspective, as you step forward, everything ahead appears perfectly straight.
But now, this straight space has been twisted and warped by Solomon, and yet, as someone within this space, you wouldn't notice its curvature—it still seems straight to you.
To put it simply, it's like how the Earth is round, and the ground isn't flat. But from a human's frame of reference, the ground appears level.
Beyond this alteration, there's another change. Earlier, when he leaped backward, shouldn't he have created distance between himself and Solomon?
So why did he land in the same spot?
It's because, at that moment, he had already entered the spatial field altered by Solomon. The interior of this space was infinitely extended, and when he landed, it shrank back to its original size.
It's like running on a treadmill—you stay in place the whole time.
As for why his attacks on Solomon rebounded, the vibrations he emitted were reflected back at him due to the warped space, striking him instead.
Just like a ricochet.
So, when did King Solomon cast this spell?
Most likely, he activated it at the same time he released his magical energy.
And how large is its range?
Closing his eyes and carefully sensing the subtle shifts in space, Beelzebub determined it wasn't vast—just a ten-meter radius centered around Solomon.
In that case, how can he even attack?
Being able to manipulate spatial direction like this seems utterly insurmountable.
But it's not impossible. If he can muster power exceeding the magical output sustaining Solomon's spell, he could forcibly dismantle it.
However, Beelzebub wouldn't recklessly charge in again. Because the moment he attacked, though his vibrations rebounded, the resulting waves also swept around Solomon, revealing something that made his blood run cold.
Countless invisible magic circles were densely arranged around Solomon, imperceptible to the naked eye—only detectable through the faint currents of magical energy in the air.
This minefield of densely packed magic circles was like a danger zone brimming with explosives. One wrong step, and he'd be blown to smithereens.
No—he had already triggered one earlier. But Solomon had merely reflected his attack, choosing not to activate the rest.
"Are you looking down on me?"
Wiping the blood from his lips, Beelzebub's eyes darkened further.
With a wave of his hand, countless summoning circles materialized. Hordes of modified monsters from his experimental base were called forth, charging ferociously at Solomon.
But this time, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods reacted swiftly, preventing even a single one from breaching their line.
"Beelzebub, the 'Lord of the Flies,' summons another wave of modified demons—is he resorting to sheer numbers now?" Heimdall remarked with a click of his tongue.
Beelzebub's summoning seemed endless, an unceasing tide of mutated abominations surging forward.
Was this his plan? To wear them down through sheer attrition?
Honestly, this was excessive.
Just how many of these monstrosities had he created? Was he preparing for some kind of war?
From this moment on, many gods reevaluated Beelzebub's threat level, raising it even higher.
"Hm? What's this?!"
Heimdall suddenly noticed something that made his eyes widen in shock.
The slain demons were actually reviving.
No, to be more precise, their dismembered remains were merging and transforming into new monstrosities.
The creatures Beelzebub had originally created were already grotesque chimeras, but now they had become even more horrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
These new abominations were indeed more powerful than before, but they couldn't withstand more than a few attacks from the Seventy-Two Demon Gods before being torn apart again.
Realizing that leaving corpses behind would allow these monsters to regenerate through fusion, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods abandoned pure brute force and began employing various abilities to utterly annihilate the bodies.
"How many of these things has this bastard created?!"
"Damn it, they just keep coming!"
"And this space is too cramped!"
The "space being too small" referred to the arena.
For a one-on-one battle, this arena would have been more than sufficient.
But with one side consisting of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods and the other an endless horde of monsters, the arena became overcrowded, making it difficult for the Demon Gods to fight freely.
In response, one of the Demon Gods, Bael, threw something out.
In the next instant, the arena vanished, replaced by a vast wilderness.
Wasn't this against the rules?
No, it wasn't. They were still technically on the arena—just transferred onto a sandbox placed upon it.
They appeared to have shrunk countless times within this sandbox.
This sandbox was actually a divine artifact, one crafted with the assistance of the still-living King Solomon, showcasing the unimaginable wisdom of this human king that left even them in awe.
It was akin to a high-powered weapon—King Solomon was the designer, but the actual forging and construction were left to them.
Within this divine artifact, the abilities of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods would be amplified, though at the cost of rapid energy depletion.
Additionally, any target they deemed an enemy would have their power halved within this Sandbox World.
Now that the space had expanded, they could fight without restraint and thoroughly crush Beelzebub.
"...This is truly an unexpected turn of events."
The commentator Heimdall was also pulled into this world. After grasping the truth, he clicked his tongue in amazement.
The ensuing slaughter could only be described as a war between hells, the scene unbearably gruesome.
The tide was turning against Beelzebub—his vibrations couldn't completely block the attacks of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
Were it not for his massive army of monsters diverting some of their attention, he would have been overwhelmed already.
"What kind of farce is this?!"
"This is infuriating!!"
Some of the divine spectators were grinding their teeth in frustration. King Solomon, the only one not pulled into the sandbox, had instead summoned a table and chairs and was leisurely enjoying tea and snacks.
Was he simply that confident?
Or did he disdain personally dealing with Beelzebub?
What the gods didn't know was that he was deliberately stalling for time.
If the battle of the Twilight of the Gods ended too quickly, the hidden shadows wouldn't have enough time to act and fully reveal themselves.
That was why he wasn't in a hurry.
Moreover, this approach also helped deplete Beelzebub's vast army of modified monsters.
Otherwise, the creators of these things would be dealt with first. If the mastermind behind them got their hands on them, wouldn't they also be used for chaos?
It might as well be here, letting Beelzebub consume them all.
Of course, he also sensed that Beelzebub had some ulterior motive.
More importantly, through the sixth sense granted by [Revelation], he felt that by following his own instincts, this duel would yield the best possible outcome.
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