Inside the study, the dark gray dust locked in the void by the four-colored laws shook violently.
The cage formed by the four supreme laws gave off a suffocating divine power.
It was the terrifying Strength of an Intermediate god, tearing this piece of space completely away from its original dimension.
Leon's projection could not fade away. It could only gather back together inside the web of laws.
On the face formed from Primordial dust, the shock had not fully disappeared, but now there was something new in it: a doubt he had never felt before.
Aiden's words were like a giant hammer that could split heaven and earth. They smashed a crack into the belief Leon had held for five hundred years, a crack that could never be repaired.
"The Heavenly Demon Clan... is actually a twisted result of the evolutionary leap?"
Leon muttered to himself. His voice was hoarse and filled with confusion he could not hide.
