The backlash struck Immortal Nimrod's avatar!
His skeletal arms were thrown apart, and several pieces of his intricate rib cage shattered. The abyssal eye embedded in his crown flickered as the remaining Void Authority scattered around him.
The black hole seized the opportunity and dragged him closer, but Immortal Nimrod barely noticed, his attention fixed on the colorless dagger.
"You actually dare to interfere with the connection after I established it!"
Destin Saint's response was immediate: "Of course. Why else would I allow you to establish it?"
The words caused Immortal Nimrod to freeze, and for an instant, even Jacob forgot the catastrophe surrounding him.
Because at that moment, they both suddenly thought that maybe Immortal Nimrod's main-body action of sending his will had not been an accident, which meant Destin Saint had considered even this possibility and waited precisely for this moment so he could interfere at the last second.
