The withered one smiled and beckoned to Magaras, "Usually I just beat people to death. It's my first time trying to fish something out of someone else."
"It seems that simply interfering with your time reversal mechanism isn't enough. I also need to use..."
He calculated lightly, "Theft? Destiny? Stasis? Solidification..."
He carefully computed the various laws within his body, "Ah, and obliteration. Obliteration seems remarkably effective against you creatures of singular power."
With the opponent's smile, an intense sense of crisis surged in Magaras's heart.
This overwhelming and astonishing sense of oppression...
Is this truly the monster at the end of the cosmic trials?
He can guarantee that if it weren't for the opponent's carelessness, drunkenness, or holding back the train with a finger, allowing him to touch his arm and read the Ninth Tier information, breaking through to become a crippled Ninth Tier fighter.
