coming! Ulysses has long been clear about this result. The output limit of the Sun Cloth has not increased. The same move just couldn't defeat Yaga, and it is the same now.

He could even be sure that this time the opponent's punch would definitely break through the sunspot's explosion and hit him directly - if he only relied on the power of the Sun Cloth.

But Ulysses never imagined that the sunspots this time could blow up the opponent. What he needed was this kind of terror, this kind of feeling of dying.

Silently, a dozen black chains stretched out from the abyss and pierced Ulysses' body.

Bone strengthening, done.

Neural strengthening, done.

Cardio strengthening, done.

Blood flow speed, speed up!

Without the assistance of the "Freedom Doll", Ulysses could clearly feel the sound of the chains full of thorns tearing in his body.

Pain Pain Pain Pain! Every nerve, every muscle is screaming, and even the vitality from the Phoenix Phoenix cannot alleviate this pain. This is the infinite pain that Ulysses voluntarily bears, and it is the only way to open the realm of infinite **. The price the door has to pay.

It is very simple to eliminate one's own pain, but that kind of power is ridiculously fake in the eyes of Ulysses now. He is a puppet master who creates puppets, but he is not a puppet.

While feeling the pain that seemed to tear even the soul apart, the infinite power began to stretch out truly freely.

Inexhaustible power is boiling in his body, and there is no place in his body that is not free. Every drop of blood and every nerve is under his own control.

By the way, this is exactly the realm that I felt when I was with the eight-headed demon dragon Kaza. It turned out that he could reach this field without using the "Freedom Doll".

Because of the pain, I can feel the limitations of my body more deeply; because of the pain. Only then will you go beyond your own limits to a higher realm. This is the realm of infinite **, the door of infinite power opened by one's own **.

However, this time, more than that kind of power is needed. To smash Yaga's fist, to destroy the final impact that can shatter mountains and rivers, it needs another kind of power.

Time seemed to slow down, or Ulysses' consciousness surpassed the flow of time.

His eyes became deep, and there was no hope or light in those eyes. There is only endless darkness and gold that represents Astaroth.

Ulysses' eyes only turn this color when using a power. It was a power he wasn't used to using, but it was always with him.

When his eyes tarnished and were as cold as nothingness, that was when he connected to the essence of this power.

Darkness, without the slightest hope and light, just endless darkness. Only a special golden color exists in this darkness.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and now behind this window of the soul is a world that is infinitely deep and infinitely far away.

In that world everyone is equal. No matter how much wealth you had, where you were, or how many people admired you. It's all the same in that world.

Race or love, sacred, filthy, glorious. Humble, everything will come back to that end. All life will eventually go to that place, drop everything and return to the dust.

Death, that's what that world stands for.

After sinking his body and mind into the world of death, Ulysses discovered something, some truth that he would never have discovered in his normal state.

For example, even in the near stagnant time, his opponent was still wrapped in crimson light and killed him with an unstoppable force.

This punch will definitely hit and blow him away, which is one thing Ulysses is 100% sure of. In fact, he had already been hit, and part of the power of the dry earth had already invaded his body, and the sun-clothing that had exhausted his power had not been able to defend against this terrifying punch.

In addition, the crucial second point, he discovered some truth about his opponent. He was exactly the same as the other person, not a normal hero, and it was even difficult to know whether they were dead or not.

But they must not be alive, at least compared to the girl wearing a white fox mask beside them, there is not much life breath.

Like life but not life, like death but not death, this is the state of these two people. Compared with the girl wearing the white mask, the presence of these two people is erratic like ghosts.

If you look further, you may get some results, but Ulysses has no time.

The time to activate the power of death to enter this state of nothingness is limited. The time outside has not slowed down, but his thinking speed has accelerated.

In this extremely limited time, there was only one thing Ulysses did—that is, he gently waved the abyss in his hand to convict, creating the only line.

This move was established because of Aga's dignified and uprightness, and it was precisely because Aga's attack route was completely predicted that Ulysses could swing this sword at the last moment.

If Yaga has not made the final impact, this sword will definitely be dodged, because Yaga not only possesses terrifying power, but also has extraordinary combat intuition and reaction ability.

Only when he unleashed that punch, the punch that destroyed everything without hesitation, could this complete straight line lock him completely.

There is only one line, because Ulysses has realized that instead of making many lines that cannot lock on the target, it is better to make only one line that can absolutely hit.

That is the line of death that guides all things~lightnovelpub.net~ At the end of this line, it leads to an infinite depth, infinite darkness, and an end point that can never be reached.

"Hi!" This was the sound of Aga's body being cut open. In Aga's unbelievable expression, the strongest punch he was so proud of was cut from the front, and it was cut from the front like a fruit. The center cut him in half with his fists.

In the countless blood shots, Yaga died without a whole body, and the whole person flew out in two halves and fell into the scorching magma.

As tragic as Yaga was the entire southern battlefield. In the straight line where Ulysses gathered all his strength, the battlefield that existed in the closed space was neatly divided into two, and a large-scale collapse began.

Ulysses, who made this move, was not harmless. Yaga's final impact did not completely hit, but the punching power contained in it was crazy into his body, blasting his whole body into it. in the sky.

After a blur in front of his eyes, Ulysses completely lost consciousness.

Southern battlefield, collapse. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)