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.

In that split second, without the reactive abilities of a Ninth Tier being, the opponent would have instantly crushed him to death!

Thinking of this, Magaras was secretly terrified.

This time, it was his turn to almost be killed upon first meeting,

'I thought I was already powerful enough, that according to my logical plan, I could be reborn and evolve step by step in time, refining the Ninth Tier...'

A ton of information flashed through his mind.

'But even I, who cannot be killed by God, almost got instantly killed by a mortal in a single encounter.'

'No, strictly speaking, this is no longer a mere mortal...'

'He possesses a special Divine Object, and I need to treat him as a god... A chaotic mix of powers, vast yet superficial, a blend of myriad ordinary powers...'

'And he also possesses Divine Power...'

Just as Magaras calculated at breakneck speed, the withered one struck again from the opposite side.

Magaras did not dare to be complacent any longer, his expression turned utterly solemn as he made several parallel jumps, flickering across different regions, constantly dragging out time.

"Withered one, right? A second attack of a similar kind won't merge with me; don't waste your effort."

Withered one took a few steps, leisurely catching up, "If it doesn't serve a purpose, then let me touch you once more."

The two of them chased and fled one after another.

A variety of terrifying powers belonging to the Ninth Tier erupted.

The crippled Ninth Tier Magaras didn't even dare to withstand a single mixed divine power attack in front of the adversary, which forced him to keep running.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Ninth Tier's power unfurled through the withered one's hands.

Each strike was a concoction of powers: space confinement, time acceleration, control over particles and dust, earthquakes, volcanoes, magnetic fields...

Every fist and foot was like the ultimate perfect martial art, sending forth thousands upon thousands of finely calculated laws in force.

...

"The Ninth Tier, has it really transformed to this extent?"

On the other side, Liu Jun watched this scene in mild silence.

Indeed, personality dictates destiny.

Magaras was extremely arrogant previously, thinking he could brawl at the frontlines, only to be taken down by the mother civilization boss!

And later Liu Jun changed this segment of history.

Who would have thought, Magaras remained arrogant, charged the frontlines again, and was again defeated by another boss.

Fate of being killed by a frontline boss is something he could never escape.

Liu Jun sighed at the ill-fate of Magaras.

The Goddess of Destiny nearby exclaimed, "His opponent truly possesses a Divine Object!"

"Is it that thing called Divine Vortex?" asked the Pure Yang True Immortal.

"Yes."

Fortuna could clearly see through the trajectory of destiny, "In a certain sense, breaking through to the Ninth Tier grants a 'generic' Divine Object?"

Everyone was secretly shocked.

Just breaking through to the Ninth Tier would grant everyone the same type of Divine Object?

"I think it's no more than a counterfeit Divine Object."

Cain, being a mere mortal, said, "Among the Divine Objects series, there are varying strengths, but in my view, this generic Divine Object is not even equal to the weakest among them!"

"Understanding a bit of everything is akin to knowing nothing at all! Each of their powers is just a sliver..."

But just as he finished this sentence, it seemed like he realized his words mocked God, and quickly added:

"But God, you are different. They are a hodgepodge of chaotic powers whereas your essence is a singularly strong power law..."

Liu Jun ignored their squabble.

His gaze focused on the distant Magaras taking a beating, feeling that he himself was fortunate enough to avoid this calamity.

The Ninth Tier map, didn't it just become clearer?

Though one must admit Magaras surely courted disaster.

Liu Jun speculated that perhaps he had obtained the Divine Object inheritance of the blonde-haired god Mogan Nan, transforming into another street-dwelling blonde-haired god, influenced by the character of that blonde-haired Divine Object...

Thus, he turned into a street-dwelling wanderer.

"The jumping flea."

The withered one suddenly felt a bit impatient, casually pointed a finger, sending a dark red light piercing through the sky, shaking the entire space, seemingly turning the space where Magaras had jumped into a void-black hole.

Bang!

The next moment, Magaras died, then reformed, then revived.

And was killed again.

Reformed, revived.

Killed yet again!

The opponent seemed to have thoroughly grasped Magaras's resurrection cycle, allowing no opportunity once he revived, immediately killing him again.

Magaras revived repeatedly, "Since I can't revive in place due to spawn camping, then I'll time-retrace revive..."

The next moment, Magaras revived at his position one minute prior.

Thwack!

The position he occupied a minute ago was also pierced through.

Thwack! Thwack! Magaras's entire movement trajectory was fully hit along an S-shaped route; regardless of when he revives...

His revival points were all blocked!

Gasp!

"The God of Time, his power has been seen through, targeted, and he's camped at the revival point..."

The mother civilization from afar observed this casual light wave attack, the astonishing law attacks sent shivers down their spines.

Everyone secretly inhaled sharply:

If we were to ascend ourselves, this absurd beggar-like figure, could we really fight him?

We'd likely lose countless times, fall back, modify the cosmos' version several times, and through several rogue-like restarts, might eventually have a chance at winning, right?

Magaras continued to jump, continued to be killed repeatedly, feeling as if he had turned into another God of Merchants.

Instantaneously killed off.

His expression grew exceedingly grave, "I just need to buy time, and I will win... A single scrape of his attack against me is equivalent to hitting me three thousand times simultaneously."

"Under my Evolutionary Divine Power, my body will develop resistance to this kind of attack, thus almost unaffected by the second blow."

"He must use another type of attack to strike me."

In Magaras's eyes, it looked dangerous, but by stalling, he believed he could leverage his mechanism to win.

Watching the still-fleeing Magaras, utterly bedraggled, withered one said calmly:

"It's no use, I have more or less understood your power. In terms of base values among us as gods, the disparity is enormous..."

The next moment, the withered one's body underwent a sudden transformation.

Ancient, majestic circles of divine light surrounded him, seeming to have entered some kind of battle mode.

Nearby, Fortuna exclaimed, "He has a divine law ring behind him, does he have a god-transformation form too?"

"No, that's not a god's law halo." Bal, standing beside, pointed out insightfully, "Behind him is a circle of law vortices... this is their Ninth Tier power mark, the Divine Vortex."

But even so, everyone felt an overwhelming power pressing down.

As if a mighty god had transformed, showing a divine spirit form, increasingly terrifying waves encircled the opponent.

"It's over."

He extended a palm towards the constantly leaping Magaras and pressed slowly.

"Kid, compared to your arrogance..."

Withered one stated calmly, "You are truly insignificant."

Endless halos engulfed Magaras, forming a dreadful cage, killing him every second.

Moreover, the cage isolated him completely, rendering him unable to use the Magic Net to recover energy.

If this continues...

Magaras's fate could only be one: death.

Everyone remained in prolonged silence, an inconceivable thought emerged in their minds.

Lost?

Just like that, lost?

But that was the invincible and immortal God of Time, Ma...

The withered one launched that cage of light, took a hard swig from the flask at his waist, and slowly turned to look at another figure, God,

"Hey!"

Withered one's casual voice pulled everyone, who was in shock, back to reality.

"He seemed to say..."

Withered one stated calmly, "I'm just an appetizer, his real opponent is you?"