Looking at Primordial Soul charging through the darkness like a gigantic eldrith spider, Rowan was reminded of the Demon King, Minerva, and his Will of Truth instantly created the connection between this Demon and Primordial Soul.
So it would seem that Primordial Soul had links to all the Primordial Domains, and she had been secretly placing all her agents in various spheres of power; all of this was expected, yet it still struck Rowan with a sense of absurdity on the truths they considered infallible, being nothing short of deception.
Since he was not depending on his body to regenerate his flesh but his creation power, Rowan pushed backwards with his wings, his legs exploding out of his waist, and bringing his sword in a guard position as he summoned his Revenant armor, which was all he could do before Primordial Soul, in all her fury slammed into him.
Tens of thousands of arms tore at him, each arm had the power to tear a Reality to shreds, and it was all Rowan could do to keep himself safe from the onslaught as he furiously defended himself, and he was pushed backwards, beyond the area where the City of Sheol lay.
A terrifying feeling of incoming impact pinged in his consciousness before he slammed into the mountain range that contained all the Ether in his Origin Land. His Slaughter Revenant Armor was powerful, but it was not meant for defense, and the barrage of blows from Promordial Soul had crushed his armor long before he collided against the mountain.
The Tri-color Sigil in his chest burned brilliantly red as Rowan channeled all of his power into his Constitution, and that was the only reason he was not vaporized by the impact.
The City of Sheol had been massive, and only a higher-dimensional immortal could even think of crossing its length. Still, it was nothing before the enormous mountain ranges that Rowan had used in storing his Ether; they had been billions of times bigger than the City of Sheol. They were the densest material inside the Origin Land.
However, with this crash, countless trillions of tonnes of rocks were vaporized in an instant, and Rowan’s body tore through half the mountain range before the velocity over his body subsided.
His flesh had transformed from solid to a state that was between spirit and a gaseous material since the impact had loosened the bonds between every part of his body, and with a roar of rage that resounded all over his Origin Land, Rowan compressed his body into a solid form.
With the force that Rowan impacted the mountains, the sound and shockwave emitted from that crash were so powerful and profound that it became a living entity made from madness and pain. However, its existence was thankfully short as the light from Rowan’s Crown blazed out like the explosion of a thousand supernovae.
The entity could barely scream before it was dissolved into nothingness, and the light of the crown pounded on Primordial Soul, forging links of dead dimensions that bound her hands.
A shrug from Primordial Soul tore the chains to pieces, but this gave Rowan enough time to grab dozens of her hands, and with a roar, he pulled her apart. Her face held a bit of amazement as it was split in two from the center, and heavy sparks of laws combined and exploded down the middle of her body as the laws she controlled battled against those of Rowan’s.
Every action taken here was one of intense Will, which is why the battle appeared incredibly brutal.
To inflict a single wound, Rowan would have to conquer the infinite number of laws controlled by Primordial Soul, cut through her space, time, memory, fate, and destiny, while ensuring that his Will to kill was potent enough to pierce through the haze of this clash in order to reach his target.
To put this in plain terms, if the body of Primordial Soul was a castle, and one of her hair could be seen as a single block in that castle, to destroy a single block would mean that Rowan had to create an army of billions, because every block in this castle were guarded by their personal army of billions.
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