"Screech——"
A sharp, piercing chuckle forced its way out from the face of Erosion, smooth as inferior porcelain.
"You don't actually think... that with just a broken stone... you can kill a true god, do you?"
The moment the words fell!
Buzz!
The pupils of Fang Qingyu, covered with dark gold dragon scales, suddenly contracted.
He clearly "saw"!
On the faceless plane of Erosion's face, the twisted symbol at the center, oozing filthy pus and blood, suddenly lit up!
An indescribable spatial fluctuation erupted instantly with him at the center.
It wasn't Escape Technique.
It wasn't the kind of fluctuation that tears space for long-distance relocation.
But a purer and ultimate manipulation of space.
His body, along with the surrounding light, dust, and even sound, instantly became blurred and distorted.
As if thrown into the shards of a kaleidoscope.
"Swoosh!"
A very brief visual afterimage was all that remained in place.
The true form of Erosion had disappeared.
